If you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you’re probably quite familiar with therapy Mondays.
Have you ever heard of ….
That’s right! This weekend also consisted of surprise therapy! Granted, not with my therapist, but my kids.
She wanted to meet with me and my husband without the kids, and she said she was going to be in the office anyway, so we could do that as opposed to a night when my husband is off of work. So, that’s what we did.
It was kinda super weird to go to therapy on a Sunday afternoon, but sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.
This week is going to be a brutal one. My 6 year old is home from school until next Tuesday…so that means alllll week with all the kids home. Him and my almost 5 year old are just pure chaotic energy when they’re with each other. So it’s…a week I’m not looking forward to.
The baby has his swallowing therapy first thing this morning…and for the next 2 days after today. It’s 3x a week, and it’s intense.
To be honest, it IS nice to be sitting here, laying in my bed and writing this post, as opposed to driving to my son’s school to drop him off. Having these quiet moments to myself in the morning before my husband goes to work has always been such an important part of my day…and one that I lost ever since my oldest started school.
I have some small amount of hope for today. It’s a busy, rainy day. And as much as I hate driving in the rain…it literally absolutely NEVER rains when I have therapy. And tonight in particular, when I have quite a bit on my heart to talk about… I can’t think of a better environment than a rainy, dark evening. Maybe I’ll even bring Starbucks with me to make the hard topics more…I don’t know. Comforting. Starbucks is my favorite, and the wintertime seasonal drinks absolutely cannot be beat.
Don’t you dare come at me with your pumpkin spice. I’m sorry. You’re wrong. It’s the Caramel Brûlée all the way, thank you very much!
Unfortunately, I think the rain is going to be pretty much done by this afternoon, but that’s ok. As long as it lasts through naptime after his therapy this morning, I’ll be happy.
Every time there’s weather, or it’s cold or rainy or dark, it always feels…wrong…to go to therapy in “real” clothes. Like. I’m sorry, why am I putting pants on? Why can’t I wear my Mickey Mouse pajama pants or sweatpants and my crocs? Why can’t we just sit on the floor with blankets and coffee?
How is this not a thing?!?
Anyway, that’s a thought I’ve had for a few years now. I think once after I had surgery I wore sweatpants, but that’s probably it.
Tonight’s going to suck. A little bit, it’s going to suck. I hate talking about the thing I desperately need to talk about.
My heart hurts in a very big way. And I just don’t want to deal with it or think about it.
There’s just something a little bit comforting about the sky matching how my heart feels. Dark, a little rainy, but the perfect opportunity for comfort and hope.