November 9, 2016
When I woke up yesterday, my first thought was, I cannot even face this world today, and I texted my mom to see if she could bring my daughter to pre-school. But my mom had a doctor’s appointment, and my only goal for the day became to get in and out of Sadie’s classroom without crying. Epic fail. Then I accepted my husband’s heroic offer to work for me in the afternoon, and my only goal became to at least be productive at home, even if it only meant things as mindless as laundry or paying a couple of bills. Epic fail. At that point, I knew it was time to practice what I preach, and get through the day one hour at a time, being nice to myself, and finding any small comfort I could. My thick, cozy Gators sweatshirt. A rare nap with my girl. Lotta pasta.