The most Monday Wednesday that there’s ever been

How dare this day make me leave my bed. I mean, seriously. Is it so unreasonable for me to just stay in the safety and warmth of my bed all day?

This is my husbands first day back at work since my son had surgery last Thursday. So, in almost a week.

Making today the most Monday Wednesday that’s there’s ever been.

My brother is still here visiting, he will be until January 2nd. So we spend our nights in the living room on the couch instead of where my husband and I usually are, our room. My bed is literally my favorite place in the world. It is the only place that doesn’t cause my body guaranteed pain. So I guess that makes it even harder to leave my bed this morning.

Today is more or less a regular day, with most of our typical appointments. Oh, and it’s my dad’s birthday.

It started out with me taking both kids to see their therapist. Then went home, got yelled at by my mom (a strong theme of this week), fed the kids, and went out to take them to PT and speech. After this, we’re going to go back to the same therapist we saw this morning…because she’s also my husbands therapist. He did cancel last night, but when she asked me why this morning I said it was because my brother is here, and we didn’t want to waste a night when he’s visiting.

So…she told me to bring him! And all 3 of us should go! So I said wait… really? I asked both of them and they said it was fine…so…now I guess that’s the plan! I’m a little excited because my brother is the only member of my family that I actually like, and even though this therapist isn’t my therapist…I still do sit in her office for at least 2 hours a week, and she is a huge part of the rest of my entire families support system.

I’m not really nervous for tonight…I think my husband is ambivalent, probably just annoyed that he had to send a text to cancel, only for me to uncancel for him 😂 And I think my brother is just nervous because he doesn’t know why he’s going.

This week has been brutal. My mom has been on a warpath of vengeance against me for some completely unknown reason. It’s been…triggering. And I hate it. She’s just completely unwilling to even considering acknowledging that she does or did or is doing anything wrong. Ugh. It’s a whole thing.

Even though today is basically Monday, I’m glad we’re at least closer to Friday.

It’s sucked not having therapy this week, and it will suck even more next Monday, when I still won’t have it.

I’m doing my best. I’m hanging in there. Even if I’m drinking…..a lot.

Oh, and my mom got the dime. 🙄😡😢