Last night I had melt down. Between missing my daughters and being so wore out I can't clean my house I lost it. I hate that I can't be who I use to be. I want to have a job and be a soccer mom but I never seem to have the energy. I try to push myself but that only makes me sicker. Even on medication I can't do all the things I use to. Sometimes I even resent Daddy Z for having all the energy and strength to hold down a job, take care of his family and still get out and play tennis. I know I shouldn't but it doesn't change things.
I went with my friend to her doctors appointment today. She wanted someone to go with cause she doesn't like doctors. It went well. She goes back in two weeks and we will know more then.