Cushy red couch, box of tissues, tears streaming down my face for the better part of an hour. This is hard, brutal. Don't ever let anyone tell you that seeing a therapist is for the weak.
An early bedtime? What ever was I thinking? I was in bed before 11pm though, so that's better than the night before. Kiddo had dance class (cutest thing ever, btw), and then we went to eat, and then kiddo bathtime, bedtime routine, story...So its 9pm by then and the dog needs walking. I don't remember... Continue Reading →