Last night I was upset over yet again forgetting to do something very important at work. A coworker caught it thank goodness, but I'm beyond frustrated with myself. I was also just exhausted and feeling anxious and down in general. E obviously picked up on it. He was hanging on to his lovey (one of those little blanket pals) while Hub held him. As I talked to E, he pushed the lovey to my face and smiled. He did this not once, but three times. I thanked him and kissed him after each time.
I don't know if he was offering me his lovey in aid, if he was making the lovey kiss me like we do for him, or if he even knew what he was doing, but it was incredibly sweet. It was my happy thought throughout today.
I will probably see a therapist sometime next week. It feels very surreal to be saying that. Sometimes I feel like I'm a fraud and don't really need one. That's why I have to make the appointment quickly before I convince myself it's not important.