I sure don’t bounce back like I used to: Despite 8 hours of sleep last night, I was tired from the onset, yet the rain was tapping on the roof, coaxing me to come outside and play, so it was definitely a good beginning to the day.
It is becoming increasingly more difficult to rouse the kids in the morning, a strong 
indicator of “teen-ness.”
First to juvenile hall, where I was fortunate enough to meet two staff from the juvenile justice commission and subtly request (funding for) additional mental health hours for these kids. When you have a broken car, you bring it to the mechanic, right? You don’t just lock it in the garage and hope it’ll get better.
Then, down the hill to my 4 back-to-back-to-back-to-back sessions. The cool thing is 2 of the kids are young , so lying on the floor with our feet up in the chairs was totally okay, though I’d do probably that with grown-ups, too. I’m just sayin’. I think shifting yourself so you aren’t in the “usual position” of sitting in a chair to talk shifts perspective. Sometimes lying on your back is the perfect solution.
Home where I cooked up my dinner. I had just gone into my room where I had hidden the cupcakes (since they didn’t have any sugar cookies), planning on enjoying one in front of the fire when the kids got home (doesn’t everyone hid cupcakes under their bed?). I’m right back in my rut where I feel icky and pudgy, with little energy since I have all this high fructose corn syrup pumping through my veins. I have to find another way out of this silly cycle. Moti-Vation….where are you?
Picture: A working lunch. Yes, I realize I am throwing myself into the fire.
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