Tomorrow will be:
-Oil pulling
-Tea (mate)
-A lot of water
-No phone
Activities:
Study then take drivers test
My patience as a mother has down shifted considerably, grating as the speed of their childhood increases. I feel hot and sweaty, dizzy and dry-eyed. I am angry, seizing and recoiling when some small, sweet hand hurts me. My face twists and my teeth grit, then smooth out and unclench and I say sweetly, "please don't pull my hair, that hurts me when you pull my hair, ok?"
I need to be in that place where I am patient above all else. I need to get my grace back. I don't want to need a glass of wine every night. I don't want to feel this way in my poor body. Get better, please.
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