I have an appointment today with a counselor. Just two weeks ago I was so sure that the idea of needing any kind of family counseling was so far out of the realm of possibility that I threw out all the information on different programs offered. I wasn't being rebellious or stoic or anything. I just genuinely didn't believe it would be necessary and I was trying to clear some junk out of the paper pile.
This morning was hard. Ever since Rachael was a baby she has HATED sunscreen. Sometimes it was barely worth going to the pool for the battle over the sunscreen. And now I have - HAVE to put it on her every single day. And she hates it so much and so I wake up most mornings with dread because I know she will cry and I will try to be patient but when the mantra of "NO! I'M COLD! I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!" starts I have a hard time maintaining my patience. Some mornings she surprises me and it's not too bad. This was not one of those mornings.
It exhausts me and I hate it and it makes me wonder what the counselor will think when I am presumably coming to discuss my son but will most likely need to cry about having to put sunscreen on my daughter.