So we just hung out, looked at the poor puppies stuck inside their smelly enclosures, and the kids ate some ice cream. As we wandered around Build-A-Bear Workshop I started to become irritated. I'm frustrated that I can't provide for my kids, take them out and buy them something once in a while that isn't second-hand. I worry that I won't be able to do it on my own if full custody is the path that is taken. How will I be able to handle it all...emotionally, financially, mentally?
As much as I hate to admit it, I need to be taken care of. I need someone to be there who can help me pick up the pieces of a rough day, to hold me tight and tell me everything will be OK.