The worst times are those
When I’m caught off guard
As I’m drifting into sleep
Or the first moments upon waking
When my primitive brain latches onto
An ugly hunger that needs slaking,
Baking ideas like malformed cookies
Question mark-shaped dough
And I force myself to move
In action there is solace;
If I’m busy, I don’t think
Not nice
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A nightmare.
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wow
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Hugs. There is no easy road right now, but you will make it to the other side. Take care of yourself, it’s just as important as everything you want to do for Garrett.
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Thank you. I keep reminding my daughter that she needs to take care of herself. I’m afraid she’s trying to do it all.
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I understand, that’s what mom’s ( and grandma’s) do. I hope both of you can give yourselves permission to ask for help as much as possible.
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My daughter is an organizational superstar. Always has been—quite unlike her dear old mom who can barely get it together to have breakfast every morning. Right now she’s in her element—juggling appointments, multi-tasking, and delegating. She’s amazing, but of course I worry about the physical and emotional toll this is having on her. She won’t slow down, though, until she crashes. Sigh.
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Remarkable and expressive…. We’re all with you.
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Thank you. That means so much.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Leslie. Supremely expressed.
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Thank you, luv.
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Hugs Leslie xxxx
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Nice analogies here.
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Thank you.
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Slaking eh? Got to google that one!
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And it’s a Pokemon species lol thanks google
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