(Disclaimer: long story about my early days as a mom with a toddler and an infant.)
On Monday night I watched a bunch of syndicated Big Bang Theory episodes. As always, they were funny and entertaining, but one in particular kind of threw me for a loop. It somehow sparked a weird, long, complicated memory of my early mom days from 12 years ago.
I sat in my bed immediately after that episode finished, and typed out the convoluted mess that my subconscious dredged up into my blog.
You’re welcome. 😊
I hereby caution you: the following post is lengthy, ugly, painful, and maybe just a little bit insightful. If you are in a delicate state of mental health at the moment maybe skip over this one.
You have been warned.❗
After I typed it out, I realized something: watching tv is hazardous to my mental health.
Either that, or it’s therapeutic.
Yeah, let’s go with the second one. Catharsis, if you will.