How one episode of Big Bang Theory made me reminisce the last 12 years

(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.

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