I’m not having a good day. There’s no way to sugar coat this at all. I’m just not having a good day.
Lizze is struggling, and frankly, that impacts all of us. I’m under a tremendous amount of stress and pressure. Some of which I put on myself, and others that I have no control over.
Emmett’s struggling and all Gavin wants to do is talk to me about his games. I can only take so much of hearing about his tablet games. I bend over backwards to accommodate this because it’s something he’s really proud of and wants me to be a part of. But it’s not easy.
I didn’t hear back about Gavin’s labs today and it’ll have to wait until tomorrow now. That has me on edge.
Sometimes I just want to scream because there is so much that needs to get done and I know I’ll never be able to get to it all. For someone who hates dropping the ball, I’m dropping them all the time because I can’t keep up and there’s just too many.
We just got back from Tuesday therapy and I’ve got to make dinner.
The idea of having to figure out three or four different things, and make sure they are perfect, isn’t something I’m looking forward to. Emmett’s not in a good place and it’s going to be extremely challenging to help him find something to eat.
I want to go walking tonight as well and it’s probably not going to happen. Thankfully, I have a treadmill that sorta works, and I’ll be able to get some time in on that. Regardless of its condition, it really is a blessing that I have it available to me.
On a positive note, I know that as bad as things sucked today, it could always be worse. That’s not always comforting in the moment, but it’s true. I also know that I can start fresh when I roll out of bed in the morning and there’s comfort in that as well. ☺