Hiding.
I'm hiding in my kids room with my son who is supposed to be nursing to sleep. He's not. Instead he is carefully tearing apart the room I so lovingly picked up. I'm hiding because I feel like I can do nothing right. The only thing I can control is my eating and I am doing that great. Thank you WW. Living with my mother is taking its toll. On my marriage, my kids, and my self esteem. I feel like it would be easier to just give up breastfeeding and find a full time job. That has huge drawbacks though. My paycheck would go for daycare and I hate trying on clothes, especially business clothes. It's almost worth it though to get the hell away from this house for 40 hours a week. I want to call my therapist but I feel nervous and I know I won't tell him everything I want to cause when I'd get there I'd forget everything. This is my only option I feel.