Cheese therapy day!

Have new jeans hemmed and somewhat fitted.
Have money to purchase the therapy.
Have milk pumped and in fridge.
Have happy happy thoughts about escaping! wheee.

Tomorrow is the breastfeeding challenge at the legislature.
WOO HOO!
Have a new nursing shirt that can be worn as a regular shirt eventually, for the occasion!

Have wonderful papers on ptsd trigger coping techniques.
Must make them work. 'Cause when an ambulance comes racing to the school your monster attends you can not dissolve into a sobbing puddle. Cry yes, puddle no.
I was kinda proud of myself. I did quite well. The poor vice principal was a little taken aback. Monster #1 decided to explain that

the ambulance took my sister to the hospital to make her feel better and that makes mommy sad.

Whoa.
Gotta get my act together. This can't be healthy for him. And by the way kiddo, she was perfectly fine, the rules said she had to go to the hospital...
and the rules sucked that night.