Seven day writing challenge: day four.

[doctornerdington]

 Yeah, no. Nope. Another difficult parenting day, which I think I pulled off okay in the end, but ugh. My poor, dear, wonderful, hurting babies. I waiver between "life is shitty but we're in it together and that makes us so lucky" and "oh jesus christ, I've ruined my kids' lives." 

I mean. It's probably a bit of both. 

We'll get through. I know. I know. 

Anyway, no writing today, but whatever. I made sauerkraut instead, and then cuddled with the kids and watched Simpsons reruns. We all needed it. So tired. Blue Planet time. 

Comments

[oulfis]

Sounds like a really rough day! I hope you got some decent rest in the end. I'm sure you can write a sentence or two tomorrow. I'm cheering you on!

[pennypaperbrain]

FISH ARE SOOTHING and you should watch as many of them as possible.

[unreconstructedfangirl]

As a person who ended her marriage to the father of her child, who was a responsible adult with good prospects and then took up with a 19 year old aspiring cinematographer while her entire family looked on aghast, and who then went on to live through all manner of romantic and life drama including a period of major depressive disorder and generalised anxiety disorder as a single parent, and whose child is now a magnificent and beautiful human, I lean towards the 'you're in it together, so you're very lucky' angle.

Every single human person has his or her crosses to bear in life. They make us who we are. Your job isn't to protect them from facing the reality of their lives, it's to help them do it well, and become resilient, loving people. You know how to do that, and you are a beautiful example for them to live up to. I love you, friend.

(Edited because, as usual, I am the world's worst finger typist.)