Oh brother.
I wouldn't say I'm clinically depressed--in fact, I know I'm not-- but it helped to call a total stranger who's a licensed therapist that I don't have to pay. And I don't know how one gets through these first months without some blue periods. So it was helpful, I got to vent and get support, however, there was a moment during our conversation that's sticking with me. About 3 minutes into our talk I heard a little kid's voice and she had to cut me off, call out to her husband and get the child tended to by him. I knew from that moment she REALLY knew what I was going through. I also knew that moment that this struggle for time to yourself is never ending.
And now I hear The Boy has woken up yet again. Our bedtime ritual takes hours. HOURS. He just doesn't want to miss a moment I guess.
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