The Journey. It’s Mine.

As I am convinced that the child is not happy if the mother is not happy: I’ve thought about a couple of ways to be able to rescue whatever is left of my social life before it goes totally kaput. One is “convince” (read: availability and additonal incentive) our Tia Rette to stay late (or may be spend the night?) OR look for some kind of playgroup (after my office hours) or day-sitter (on weekends) for Raine so I can be just Glo-not-the-mom for maybe once a week or twice a month. Any volunteers? he he. Now I understand why getting back on the social track is hard work.