Yesterday I waited for today to come. I understand my little guy’s confusion with today, tomorrow, next day. Some weeks they all just blend together. And the hope you had for tomorrow is not there anymore because it is today and it isn’t as good as you wanted it to be.
Fight. Chaos. Bad emotional herx. Shaking. No balance. Need help to walk. Cleaned the kitchen. Yelled and screamed and threatened.
And now, today is over, too. And I’m glad. I want the good ones back again. They must be here somewhere.