Reality bites...

When I left the hospital I felt good.

Then I got home...

That's when reality hit.

Everything that I'd missed while I was in the hospital.

Everything I didn't have to worry about when I was in the hospital.

It all came flying right back into my face.

I was blessed to come home to a well tended to

house,

yard,

kids,

and husband.

I was blessed to have Grandma and Auntie Stephanie there to help ease the blow.

They tended to my children.

Stephanie had tended to them the entire time I was gone.

She is AMAZING!!!!

Now things are basically back to "normal".

Except for weekly doctor and therapy appointments which would make things impossible if I didn't have such an amazingly wonderful Sister in law, Auntie Stephanie who is so willing to 

take care of Lyon and Fenix while I tend to my appointments.

With things back to "normal" I still struggle.

I use the tricks I've learned from my therapist.

I break my tasks down into baby steps.

I step back from life and look at it rationally.

I write down my feelings and figure them out.

But I still struggle.

Life is hard.

But.

If I am going to live my life,

then I have to live my life,

and all that that implies.

House,

yard,

kids,

husband,

meals,

poop,

boogers,

etc...