I want to go home. Hubby is working late tonight so he won't be there. But my kids will be. This evening will be about doing whatever I can to make sure we're all ok. Last night I sat down and spent ages colouring with them, which was remarkably therapeutic. I think this evening will be the same. Little steps. Smaller even, baby steps. There'll have to be a lot of cuddles, for me to be ok and so I can let them know that they don't need to worry. I'll make the house as cosy as I can. When the kids go to bed, I'll try and read for a while (I finally found a book I can concentrate on.
A kids book. Yes, really. Don't judge me, my brain is stressed and it's actually a remarkably entertaining series). I need to be careful now, really careful. I need to keep calm, and wait for this to pass. I need to breathe.