So I thought I had fought the goo and won.. but I was wrong. I'm sick as all get out. My lack of sleep, inconsistent meals and stress these past three weeks have undoubtedly compromised the old immune system. At least I have the three day weekend to rest before I go back to work (part time), right?
Well, kind of.
Although he knows some fun activities planned for later in the weekend are on the line, LittleBuddy continues to pull out the stops. He did have his weekly therapy session on Thursday and yesterday he saw one of his fave social workers (where he poured out his anger/sadness over Daddy). He is raw, too.. and taking it out on me.
Sometimes I feel my nose is at water level but other times, strong as an oak tree. There is no rhyme or reason why I burst out into tears or can speak frankly about what all is happening. It will take a couple years to get back to normal again. Whatever that is. But somehow we'll get there by the grace of God..
4 weeks ago