its Dee btw.
Lately everything has been bringing me down, and even my happy coping face isnt fooling anyone.
tomorrow i am having a mole removed, which has been preying on my mind for a few weeks. I am not able to sleep (always a bad sign i know), i am avoiding the stuff i enjoy, and i want to be out of my home all the time. small things are flipping me out.
We have a meeting soon regarding care hours and increasing them in time for the school holidays, which i am dreading now. How can i entertain 3 little ones with the situation how it is for 6 weeks? MIL has offered to take come time off work and live here for a week (split in two) during the hols so i can escape somewhere, but i am already worrying about lack of phone signal.
I have been in tears on and off since around 4pm this afternoon as i finally let it all out.
I am scared of what the future holds, how can it be over 2 years now?