...Makes us Stronger. Right?
I love Chris. I love Jackson. I love my job. But between the three of them, I may go completely insane over the next month. Seriously.
We met with the Church Lady. I need to stop calling her that. She was nice. She was optimistic, and she said she would give us a wedding date when the annulment process was headed to Chicago, not when it comes back, which is bending the rules a little bit.
BUT the paperwork Chris must complete is like 4-5 years of therapy that you have to type out in black and white. Your childhood, relationship with your parents, their relationship with each other, your relationship with your siblings, all of the gory details of your courtship, wedding and marriage. History of any physical abuse, sexual abuse, substance abuse, etc. He had a rough childhood - fortunately none of those abuses - but a rough childhood.
We have shared a bunch of tears. There is nothing written yet. I am hoping we can start him talking and me typing tonight.
Jackson is having major issues at day care. Some are related to our new family arrangement, but they are manifesting as potty issues at nap time at day care. It would be easy to separate if he had not had his potty issues when he was three. He is emotionally scarred. And now getting in trouble if he (a) gets up to go potty during nap time; and (b) has an accident at nap time.
He has taken to trying to bargain with me, grilling me on my meeting schedule, shopping himself around at school for somewhere to go other than Melody's. He even went so far as to be crushed that we weren't going to the doctor TODAY instead of going to Melody's.
I talked to him last night. I talked to her today. I talked to my AWESOME OF ALL AWESOME pediatric nurses for the 4th time. We have an appointment with the child counselor for Monday.
And work. Well, this is our hell season. I don't think I am going to sleep for the next month.
Last night I cried cuz I needed to talk to my mommy, but she has been so sick. But she did call me and leave a message while we were at my work function. God must know I need her. In the mean time, I have a nice hairy chest to cry into.
It will be fine. It will be okay.
Thanks. I feel better now. Kind of.
4 Years Old - Moving On
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