Okay, so I did a pretty terrible job at keeping up with my resolution to journal more frequently, but in my defense, after my last entry... Things go so crazy.  So, so crazy.  A synopsis ( Read more... )

There are about a million things I should be doing right now while B naps, but I really just feel like I am immersed in some sort of thick emotional molasses.  I guess I didn't expect this and now don't know how to proceed.  I know what it feels like when depression creeps in... I didn't think it would hit me this hard, though ( Read more... )

No history of this situation has been included in this journal mostly because it all began when my mom died.  Extreme synopsis: She founded and ran a dance studio all my life.  Before she got sick, we had often talked about me taking it over in the distant future, maybe moving home and running it with her for a few years, then her passing the torch ( Read more... )