This whole year has just been awful. I have had hope that things would get better and have been able to stay pretty positive and function normally. This week I have finally come to accept that things in my life are not going to get better, and I have to start over. While I have had a much appreciated outpouring of love and support from friends and family, it has still been a horrible week.
I have completely given up on getting dressed, putting make up on, combing my hair, etc. My diet has consisted of barbecue pop chips, chocolate peanut butter no-bake cookies, salami, and cheese. The thought of exercising is a thing of the past. Too scary looking to leave the house, Olive and I have been reading books, watching shows and taking long baths.
She has been the best support through all of this. This week her fit-throwing has been at an all time low, she goes to bed when asked, she's actually been eating, and she's been doing great on potty training.
She is always concerned when I'm crying and makes sure to hold me and wipe my tears. When she holds me it always cheek to cheek. She tells me at least a couple times a day that I am "pitty" or "bootiful."
Most importantly the girl makes me dance with her all the time. It doesn't matter what song is playing, or what I'm in the middle of doing, she grabs my arm before I have time to argue, escorts me into the living room, and we dance like there's no tomorrow. Who can be sad when you are dancing with this little girl?
I just don't know what I would do without her.
Just for the record, my goal for tomorrow is to polish off the rest of the cookies, put make up on, do my hair, and take Olive to the park.
Thanks for all the love and support, it's definitely nice to know Olive and I are not alone.