Part of my problem is getting home at 6:30-6:45, after closing the store -- which means dishes and more dishes, cleaning, and lots of tiring physical stuff -- and wanting to just collapse. Launching right into making dinner can be tough.
This is why I do a lot of batch cooking -- over a weekend, I can make a bunch of something and then after work all I have to do is heat it up.
Hello, 7AM meeting. My old nemesis.
Steph, I meant to say thanks for letting me know I wasn't necessarily flipping out. But at that point I tried to get to bed early, which failed.
Well, that was a not exactly productive ninety minutes of me crying straight through my therapy session.
I suck at this. It's TOO HARD. I'm stymied.
Tom, I totally get it. And -- I'm not sure the right way to say this, but I'll give it a shot -- it was never going to be easy, or even moderately hard. Because what you're dealing with is huge and awful. It was always going to be really hard. (I suck as a motivational speaker.)
I think it's worth it, though. Even though it's hard. But I *am* sorry it's so hard.
I'm not sure you can suck at therapy. If you're showing up, you're not sucking at it.
If it helps at all to hear this, I understand how you feel. I have some idea of how much this sucks. I care about you, and I'm in your corner, for what that's worth.
I'm sorry it is so hard, Tom. If only I had words that would make a difference.
Ah man, I'm sorry Tom. That sounds awfully rough.
It does suck, Tom. I'm sorry. But it doesn't mean you suck.
And unrelated, these people on Hoarders have brought in a medium to help find mortgage papers in their dead mother's house.
If you're showing up, you're not sucking at it.
What Steph said.
Dana, you must report back on whether they find them!