This morning I cried, quite literally, over spilled milk. Because I'm tired. And here's why that's ok.
I felt like I was staring down the tunnel of forever, with nothing but blackness, there was no end, only darkness.
And then it happened
I was driving when it popped up on the dash
And that was it
The beginning of the end
I don't have time for a breakdown right now, But I can feel it creeping up. We've had a rough couple of weeks, Ella's behaviour has been horrible. Full meltdowns at seemingly at everything for seemingly no reason. Toilet time? Meltdown Dinner? Meltdown Time to get dressed? Meltdown Breakfast? Meltdown It gets worse - She… Continue reading Keeping it Real