Too long, of that I am sure.
So, the short version is that my cute little chicken started 4k, and this mom's nerves are shot. He's doing so well, and he absolutely loves it. I knew he would, he's so eager for information.
The fat baby is no longer a baby, she's practically a teen with the attitude and independence she exhibits on a daily basis. I just keep reminding myself that while it's frustrating now, the qualities I hate will be qualities I come to appreciate when she grows into a young woman. Believe it or not, things are still hard for women and I want to teach her to accept nothing less than she deserves based on her sex.
As for myself? Well, that's a bit of a longer story. I've been diagnosed with PTSD, OCD, generalized anxiety disorder as well as panic disorder, the latter was just recently added. It's been a hard year, mentally, but I have a great doctor and therapist who are helping me work through everything and understand what is going on. It hasn't been easy, but I think we'll get there eventually.
That's all I have time for now, I hope to be able to bring myself back to this spot more often.