Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
My heart breaks as I’m biting my tongue to try to not to rush to F’s defence; letting him cry it out when he’s done wrong and had to be disciplined; watching him try to fix things for himself.
Yesterday was hard. I felt wiped before 10 am as I tried to breathe through some tough family news and juggle work demands. When my day finally wrapped up – almost nine hours after I’d arrived in the office, I sat alone in my car decompressing. RomCom was actively preparing dinner as I stood, feeling… Continue reading the helping hand
There are critical issues in my life that need to be addressed first. I need to eat well. I need to take care of myself. Once I’ve done these things, I can take care of my son. Then I can take care of my work. Then I can take care of the house.
Kids don’t come with manuals. Nobody warns you that one day, you’re going to get a call that makes your heart stop and your stomach drop and your breath catch in your chest.