My therapist wants me to keep a journal.
I’m not great at that… so I guess this is what it looks like for now.
This wasn’t a normal day for me.
I fell asleep super early last night—like 7pm early.
Woke up around 8, went to bed for real, but sleep never really sticks… just waking up over and over.
Had to be up at 10.
Didn’t actually get out of bed until 11.
Eventually pulled myself together and went back to being responsible.
Grocery store.
Picked up my little man—he had child-centered play therapy today.
While he was there, I ran to the pharmacy and grabbed an iced coffee.
Listened to my audiobook the whole time.
We got home around 5.
Did homeschooling.
Then at 7:40, went to pick L up from a baseball game.
Now everything is finally quiet.
K ate and is upstairs in my bed—his little sensory safe zone.
L ate and is in her room after her busy day.
It’s almost time for me to go upstairs and get K to sleep.
And then… it’ll be my turn to try.
But I already know how that goes.
Tossing and turning until 2am…
waking up at 9…
and doing it all over again.
K = Son
L = Daughter













