Sometimes, this journey is just plain hard. Sometimes, everything happens all at once. I’m feeling that today. My school has just started back up, and over the weekend, my son had an infected tooth pop up, which needs to be extracted. My daughter has been back to daycare for FOUR days, after 9 weeks off, and she now has the worst cold of her life and is required to stay home. My son was up half the night because of his tooth and the cold he now also has. I have my period, and I suspect I have strep. Sigh.
It’s easy to feel sorry for myself–why couldn’t ANY OF THIS happen over the super long semester break we just had? Why couldn’t we all have been sick then? Why couldn’t I just at least not have my period–and the headache cloud that comes with it–for all of this?
I feel like eating donuts. And cake. And candy. And really anything that is primarily carbohydrates and fat. Sometimes I even feel almost mad that I decided to give up bulimia.
I know that wouldn’t make anything better; it would actually make it worse. But, that doesn’t make it much easier. Day 26.