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I honestly don’t know what to write about tonight. I’m so tired of all the same problems, I don’t want to get into them in any way… yet again. My husband was actually pretty great tonight when he got home. He said to me directly, ‘I love you. You know that my poor communication has nothing to do with you or with my love for you.’ And he said this while holding me (after I asked him to hold me for a minute), increasing its impact. It seemed like he said it because he understood why I needed to be held, that I was very much not okay after the lack of communication and my being left alone for longer than expected yet again. (Not to mention he had the day off of work, so we should have been able to spend time together. Though, that didn’t happen, and he got home as late as usual, roughly when I had wanted to be getting ready for bed already.)

He is dealing with a lot. I am dealing with a lot. We were both already dealing with a lot in the first place. Now it has increased.

God, please, help our baby to sleep in her own bed well again. Give us all great sleep each night. Help us to be our best selves. Make us well and keep us safe and whole. Help us to feel like a family, and to be a family. Thank you for our home and this life. In your name, we pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2025