This post ends up going a lot of places that I didn’t expect to talk about. It’s a hard one…but a good one. It’s been a “snow day” kind of week here in Texas. And by that, I mean, it got really cold. And sort of snowed. And the state shut down. No work, no […]
Feelings, feelings, feelings. And snow days. Read More »
Normal. adjective 1. Confirming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. Yesterday was…a good…normal…day. I’m extraordinarily hesitant to define it as such, because normalcy is just such a craved and foreign phenomenon around here. And, in fact, it was such a weird day, that it couldn’t POSSIBLY be defined as “normal”. My oldest son stayed
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Well for the first time in nearly a week, I slept through the night. Woo! I’m also 24 hours fever free…double woo! This flu absolutely kicked my fucking ass this week. I was the only member of my family who didn’t get tamiflu (mostly because I didn’t go to the doctor and didn’t ask for
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Yesterday morning, in true my life fashion, was full of chaos and business. It started off with my oldest son having his therapy session at 8am. Then me driving home, dropping him off, putting the baby to bed for his nap, and going straight back out to where I just was for my therapy session.
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This week has been challenging in more ways than one. And quite frankly, I’m ready for everything to go back to “normal”. Anytime my oldest son is home from school…..it basically turns the entire time into a nightmare. An expected nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless. Just the constant fighting and yelling and taking and all
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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
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Monday nights have been Monday nights for about as long as I can remember. They’ve been mine. They’ve been therapy nights. The very few hours a week I have all to myself. To process. To feel. To…everything. As unpredictable as life, and the very nature of therapy is…it was nice to come home to consistency
Ohhhhh boy. Just a bit of a preface here…I am feeling better today…as in…I don’t plan on getting drunk and killing myself. And I think I can…hesitantly say that my husband and I are back to normal. But it took a while to get there. Life this past week has been nothing short of absolutely
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This post will be blunt. And it was hard to write. But it is what it is. Lately, I have one good night a week. Monday nights. Therapy nights. Lately, I wish the weekends away so that Monday comes faster. Because it really, truly, is my one good thing. And I hate that. I hate
Last night was another sleepless night. The night ended with me feeling pretty desperately worthless and just…depressed. And life, my life in particular, wasn’t, isn’t, worth living. I’m feeling particularly bad this morning, and my feelings of worthlessness and like I’m a horrible person are pretty strong. Nothing even happened to cause it. I mean,
