

the nrls share yet another interesting character trait: if possible, we'd haul ourselves out of our caskets to plan our own funerals and walk amongst those grieving with boxes of tissue and an encouraging word. because we're so great at taking care of everyone else and so bad at taking the same amount of time to take care of ourselves. it's our achilles' heel and it does us in every time. ((((((((((((myckie)))))))) just for today, it's okay to leave those tits untethered. tomorrow you can pick the duct tape up again.
Take some time out for yourself. Maybe a pedicure? Get some love shown....
computer hugs only do so much.
Frankly, I think its a case of too much going on mostly.....
Take it from one who understands too much going on.
Baby steps, Myclette, baby steps. You have to walk before you can run.
Crap. I sound like Dr Phil now.
I would be nice for the husband to recognize when I am feeling overwhelmed and feeling vulnerable. It's like he doesn't believe I feel less than 100%, too.
may just be some seasonal aphasia combined with low hemoglobin..
try a spinach and bacon salad outside in the sunshine
you've intimated in the past that cloudy skies bring you down, plus doin' the SuperMom thang..
depression