My brain always chooses the really good days to end on a mental breakdown.
Yesterday was amazing dude. Work was actually GOOD–busy, but manageable, despite being usually our roughest day of the week. I made lots of sales. It was nice.
Liv was an ANGEL all day long. Slept in late so Anthony could get plenty of rest. Was well-behaved. Listened well, no tantrums, rarely got into anything she wasn’t supposed to and when she tried she was redirected easily. Lots of independent play. The only thing I had to scold her for all day was pushing on the window screen, and I closed the window and she went off to play with something else. Even easy at bedtime–it was a half-hour long bedtime, but she started her bedtime routine on her own (asked to go potty and wash her hands and brush her teeth and told me what book she wanted to read before bed), and the only thing that made it take longer than usual was that she wanted to cuddle with me and who am I to complain about that?
I got lots of reading done yesterday, and even got a chance to journal for a bit which I never get to anymore.
And then Whiskey did a livestream thing and my brain decided to bring back ALL the feelings, and that sent me on an RSD spiral (I know RSD isn’t a common term but just google rejection sensitive dysphoria if you don’t know what it is, I’m too tired to explain it) and I had a massive breakdown and didn’t fall asleep until 1am.
Guess whose child woke up at 3:30am and didn’t fall asleep again the rest of the morning?
Two and a half hours of sleep is plenty, right?
Help me I’m dying