Monday morning . . . again.

Every week the feeling of not measuring up was getting heavier until it came to weigh on my chest like a lump of potter’s clay.  I tried to convince myself that it would get better—that I just needed to get up and out to take Justin to school. But when Jonathan and I returned home, it was always the same cycle: I put him in front of the television and went to bed to sleep or cry until it was time to feed him and put him down for a nap.

I felt desperately empty….

 

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