Self Care and All that Jazz

I wrote that last post and felt so down. Then I unsuccessfully once again went to my therapists office to break up with her. Instead I spent the session trying to explain to her how I felt and she prompting me to figure out if it was the situation making it worse or if this is something more. I find these chats annoying as f-ck as I would rather she validate me instead of questioning me nonstop. Anyway, I left there armed with some insight. (ok fine it works)

Since we moved, we've been trying to put the kids to bed in their respective rooms meaning both of us are on for go-to-sleep duty. That starts at about 7:30pm and lasts until about 9pm when Z finally gives up. X falls asleep quickly, it's the 3 yo who is a pain in the ass. I get up at about 4:45am to go to the gym so this means I have zero downtime from when I leave work to my head hitting the pillow. 

So, I talked with S and we're going to go back to alternating bedtime routine duties during the week. We started it and amazingly, I had some time to read and work on decorating ideas for the new house. By the end of the week I didn't feel as frazzled and exhausted. 

Oh.