Taking notes & filing this away for multiple re-readings, because this is certainly something to think about.
Dammit. A lump formed in my throat. The lightsaber I ordered doesn’t light-up, and Benny’s birthday party is tomorrow. I have an endless list of things to do, and I won’t be able to make it to the store to get a new one….
The kids were downstairs, so I let the tears flow as I intentionally observed and squashed my judgemental thoughts like bugs:
It’s not that big of a deal! Why are you so upset? SQUASH.
So what? It’s nothing to get crazy about! SQUASH.
You’re stressed about this? Seriously? SQUASH.
It had been a horribly exhausting couple days with several unanticipated doctor’s appointments, having to rearrange my work schedule/find childcare because of school delays, cleaning a trashed post-vacation house and catching up on homework, and preparing for our youngest’s upcoming birthday party. With to-do-lists maxed-out and self-care neglected, it’s understandable that a non-functional lightsaber would feel…
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