I'm going to keep this short and sweet because it's been a very trying day. Therapy was just as difficult as I thought it was going to be. It's was emotional and it took a toll on everyone. I then had to take the kids to the grocery store, which proved to be a really bad idea but I didn't have much choice. We picked up a couple of frozen pizza's and I tried to redirect the boys. I was moderately successful because no one killed anyone and we survived the evening. Elliott's still awake but Emmett finally fell asleep. He's super clingy tonight and that will for a rough night. I suppose some sleep is better than no sleep. I'll fill you in on the rest tomorrow.

We've made it through the day and only have therapy for the kids left. It's been a long day thus far but both boys made it through the school day and Gavin has been super cooperative (no surprise there). Therapy is going to be a bit unpleasant because there are some things that need to be addressed and I'm going to need to be a bit more assertive. The kids need certain things and I'm trying to keep the peace. In doing so, I feel like I'm letting them down and I need to correct that. This is a very complicated situation and I'm doing my best to navigate it. The only thing that matters is the kids wellbeing.

I'm already stressed out about my doctor's appointment this morning and the kids have been at each other's throats since waking up. That's just adding to the stress. I don't know what's going on with the kids today but they're a handful and that's saying something. While I'm frustrated, I'm so proud and grateful that both went to school without any resistance. That makes life so easier. I have a few appointments today that I would have to miss if anyone came home or didn't go in the first place. For right now, I just want to get though this first appointment and move on to the next.

I'm gonna be super honest and tell you that I'm freaked out about tomorrow. In the morning, I see my doctor. I'm a month or so late for my six month checkup. I received a call last week and my doctor is concerned about my labs. All I can think of is that it's been a very stressful year and it's taken a toll on my body. I don't know that anything is catastrophic but I'm definitely moving in the wrong direction. They nurse said they weren't terrible but they bad enough that they wanted to see me sooner than later. Over the last few years, I've been working very hard to get my numbers back in line and I had done so. Now it sounds like I've lost progress…