Most of my posts start with a headline. I write headlines as part of my job and I’ve been taught that headlines are so important; they are what draws the reader in. A good headline gives the reader a hint of what they will read.
Tonight is a dear friend’s birthday. She’s a newish friend who I’m grateful for. I have had friends come and go for whatever reason. A few years ago I stopped chasing people who were once my friends and no longer had time for us. They have their reasons. I wish them well. I’m grateful for those friends who value our friendship, and make time for us as much as we make time for them.
So my friend, her husband has become a dear friend of my husband’s. They are a fun, easygoing couple we instantly clicked with and we know we will be friends with for a long time. She is giving and caring. She engages with my daughter and my son whenever she is over, which is so important to me. She invites them to her house, and understands when we have to leave early. She checks up on me. She asks for nothing in return.
Our local hangout is having a little party for her tonight. And I do not go out on weekdays. My daughter needs me and my son is at guitar lessons until 9. So me and my husband are doing a tag team: he is over here for an hour or so, then he will head back and I will head over there for an hour or so. Of course I would love to be there together but we do what we have to do.
That probably has nothing to do with the evil and good headline! Lol. That was just on my mind so I shared.
I was going to just share a tiny good and bad part of my week. Right now the house is very quiet. My daughter is lying upstairs in bed watching the Wiggles. I am sitting downstairs on the couch. It’s just the two of us here. That lasted all of five minutes. She is now downstairs crying, I don’t know why.
So here’s the most evil part of my week so far: the bruises that have popped up on my daughter’s forearms. And even worse, knowing that they’re self-inflicted. Her behavior has been a bit off the past couple of days. And she has had some meltdowns, and during them she has started this new thing of banging her arms super hard against the corner of the table. She did it at school and she did it at home. She has a strange pain tolerance and skin that easily bruises.
I hate those black and blues. They are a reminder to me that something is bothering her, that she depends on me to figure it out. And that she is frustrated that I have failed her.
Ok, so what is some good. This morning after I gave her a bath. As I towel dried her hair she rested her forehead against my chest and closed her eyes, she was so peaceful and content in that moment, leaning against me, knowing I was taking care of her.
No photo tonight. She is in no mood for selfies.
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