I have therapy this morning and I’m having a heck of a time getting myself out of bed. I didn’t sleep well, which is no different from any other night. I have a headache. The kids are making me crazy.
I get amazed by how, the minute I leave a therapy session, I want to go back. I count the days. It’s usually only 5 days at the longest. Then, the morning of therapy, I wake up dreading the whole thing. Seems crazy. But it’s true.