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three day rule

I'm thinking about implementing a three day rule.





Give myself three days to cry. Wear black. Sleep til' noon. Stay in jamies. Pity Party paloozah.





Get it all out of my system...





...and then pick myself up and move on with life!





And celebrate all the wonderful...beautiful...cherishable...things that I do have.





















Hmmmmmm...







The more I mull...the more I like this three day rule thingie. Cause I totally don't feel like taking off the jamies today...







::smile::

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Holli said…
My heart sank when I stopped in to check up on Trevy. I know how difficult it must be to have heard those words...I dread it everyday...and Austin's not climbing walls & acting like a typical toddler. It's the reason for my once(or more)-a-week-mini-breakdowns. But, just as you said, no one knows what the future holds...none of these doctors knows exactly what will happen to our babies. We have way more faith in these kids and their futures than they ever will.
Hang in there...
January 30, 2009 at 9:11 AM
Holli said…
My heart sank when I stopped in to check up on Trevy. I know how difficult it must be to have heard those words...I dread it everyday...and Austin's not climbing walls & acting like a typical toddler. It's the reason for my once(or more)-a-week-mini-breakdowns. But, just as you said, no one knows what the future holds...none of these doctors knows exactly what will happen to our babies. We have way more faith in these kids and their futures than they ever will.
Hang in there...
January 30, 2009 at 9:11 AM
Mama Skates said…
this too shall pass love...but yes, take ur 3 days, or 4, or 5! sending cyber hugs & kisses ur way sweets!

xoxoxox,
sharon
January 30, 2009 at 9:19 AM
Mrs. M said…
I totally agree with your 3 Day Rulle! You gotta give yourself permission to feel and be sad and mad and all that stuff. It's real! And sometimes I find if I try to bypass the 3DR then I can't get up and go again. Somewhere in the sadness and jammie time energy returns.
BIG hugs to you!
January 30, 2009 at 9:33 AM
Monica~ James~ Connor said…
I'm all for that! if at the end of the 3 days you still feel a little funky then take 4. we need allow ourselves these times, b/c if we don't....they will catch up with us!
January 30, 2009 at 12:43 PM
labonte4 said…
Should someone who is currently in their robe at 5pm even be commenting here *LOL* Maybe we could come up with our own line of robes & jammies to benefit Epilepsy *LOL* We could set up a ranting site for people to just..well..let someone have it! OMG...get me off the puter!
January 30, 2009 at 2:11 PM
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