100 days: it's not going well

I have a second ghost child and its name starts with ANN + ends in ZY-EHTY.

In the fall of 2021, I attempted 100 days of journaling daily about things I did or felt with my toddler who was about to get a sibling. I'm sharing my entries in digest form. This is days 11-19.

pre-reflection

Last time was a heavy - for me - walk down memory lane, as they say. It’s hard to throw oneself into the past especially if a lot of it is hard times vs happy snapshots. I’m gratified that past me was determined to show and share both the good and the bad, and / but as a result, reading these is sometimes difficult. I get a bit of whiplash. But also I think that’s just parenting? That’s anxiety, that’s just seasonal depression, it’s pandemic-blues, it’s that life BE like that, and a lot of times we gloss over it and we “well at least” ourselves to death.

Guess I need to get one of those neck restraint thingies?

So here’s the realest of real! This is days 11 to 19 which are not sequential even slightly! Day 19 I think was a day or possibly 2 before we left for a kid-free week in …