I didn't think I would make it out of bed this morning. It was one of those days where I felt like my whole body was made out of rocks. Everything was heavy, and I was exhausted.
Having children, especially suicidally destructive ones, doesn't allow for the luxury to linger. Upon hearing the first crash and a baby muttering, "uh oh," I had to shoehorn myself out from under the covers. There wasn't enough coffee for whatever was going on.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to RealBestLife to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.