Stevie Fan Club {Take a Break}

Last week,  as you may know, sucked.  The therapies and the orthotics and just some of the day to day… feeling ridiculously overwhelmed.  I had several people tell me I needed to give myself a break.  I needed to take time for myself away from Stevie.  I needed to remember to do things for myself – not be so hard on myself.

I think the fourth person who said this to me was Stevie’s physical therapist.  I nodded and smiled and even tried to hold back tears.  Things that immediately went through my brain:

Why does everyone think I need a break?
Are they saying I can’t handle this?
Do I look burned out?
What is everyone trying to say??

And later that day I had a meltdown.  Felt a bit like this inside.

OK, so everyone was right.  Good for all of you.

Unfortunately, my whole  sad, snotty cry-fest happened right before Paul was leaving for a weekend in Vegas, which just made it all sting a little more.  He wouldn’t be home to give me any sort of break, but I know he needs to have some fun too.  So I anxiously look forward to our anniversary in September.  READ: A trip is being planned.  Just me and the huz.  Out of town. On a plane.  Overnight in a hotel.  I can’t wait.

To top off my unfortunate week, on Saturday I broke my camera & flash by dropping it on concrete.  Did that seriously just happen?!  Yup.  Broken.  To make myself feel better, Stevie and I hit up Disneyland on Sunday.  It was good until the end of the day when Stevie lost his glasses.  Nowhere to be found.  This morning I smooshed my thumb in the stroller.

If you need me, I’ll have my head buried under the covers.  At least until Thursday.