Three weeks and three days in, my depression has finally lifted. I was able to really feel present with myself and my girls this afternoon when I got home from work instead of feeling overwhelmed and like I was hanging on for dear life one moment at a time.
It feels good.
Now for my added inches, to shrink... What is strange is the scale at my office still says I'm the same weight. I don't think I trust scales anymore.
And now I'm off for a shower while Eric puts the girls to bed. Ended is the ritual of me sitting at the computer holding Oona while she falls asleep. She has joined the ranks of big girls and goes to sleep with Gemma and her Daddy. And I get a few moments to myself. Heaven.
A day in the life / A life in a day - representing the perceived distortion of time and how some days feel like a day, some feel like a week. Some years feel like a lifetime, though they aren't really. A blog reflecting the life in each day of this particular blogger with her particular interests and thoughts of the day.
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