...you get it from your children. That bumper-sticker wisdom proves true, sort of.
My first post:
Well, I did it. Four years on the proverbial couch and I'm finally done. There were several other times (usually fixed on some arbitrary date like the end of the year or my birthday) that I had set up times to terminate, but when it came right down to it, I couldn't. But after four years, it seemed like it was time to graduate.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
An actual conversation
Scene: at breakfast
Boy (eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs): These were a delicacy in the psych ward.
Me (unable to resist): You mean they were koo-koo for Cocoa Puffs? *Guffaws at own joke*
After completing a lengthy bout of therapy I'm turning to the blogosphere to cope with the mild but still annoying mental health challenges of my own, my children, and my family of origin. I'm a Jewish feminist at-home mom who lives in a suburb of Chicago with my only slightly nutty husband and two very weird kids.
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