for 8 days. i may die.
if i don't die, i'm hoping that a bunch of things will happen: i will paint his bedroom, and maybe...another room?
i hope that i will sleep a lot. like through the night. i hope i will become more peaceful once i catch up on all that sleep.
i hope that his dad learns just what it takes to take care of a baby for 8 days. this part is a stretch, as his mom will be there and it's always easier if your mom is around...but maybe.
the therapist/mediator recommended empathy yesterday. maybe this will be a learning experience?
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