There has been a blank document sitting in front of me for over an hour.
Writer’s block ~ sort of…it’s more like a motivational block. I’m struggling to find positive words to carry me.
Today was one of those days I wish I had a magic wand to wave so everything would be back to “normal”. Or maybe find a time machine to go back to when we “thought” things were normal. There are days living this “new normal” can be brutal.
Corey has not stopped fighting and yelling at me all day. I can’t explain why. When I ask her why, her response is ‘I don’t know, mom’. Her anxiety, anger and resentment have escalated since 6am this morning. She even yelled at me when I kissed her good night and wished her Happy Dreams. There is very little point to getting upset, reasoning and/or holding a logical conversation during these episodes as she can’t retain the explanation and escalates even higher with each subsequent attempt.
I guess today is one of those days she’s decided to use her bucket of lemons to throw back at us instead of making lemonade. Let’s hope tomorrow she finds some sugar to counter act her sourness…I’m going to keep my catcher’s mitt nearby just in case, xoxo