Baby Steps

However well you think you’re doing, there’s always that day when you end up going backwards.

As it transpires, things weren’t nearly as bad as I thought they were, but a compounding of factors (early morning, migraine) and a massive child flashpoint had me lying flat on my face and wanting the World to just fuck off. ¬†Some days, try as you might, nothing goes right.

I’d wanted to write far more today than I have, but instead I’m chalking today off as a bad idea.