Dawn Is Me

It’s a weird thing but sometimes I think to myself: Thank God it’s Monday!

We had a bit of an episode this weekend with Kimmie, resulting in bad fright for yours truly.

This is a situation that gets you a case of Mixed Feelings.

First, you’re frightened.

If you’re anything like me (and maybe even if you’re not), you’re also frustrated enough to want to bitch-slap the little darlin’ for hurting herself like that. Or even wanting to hurt herself like that.

You’re hurt because that’s how you feel when you’re babies hurt. And you hurt more because you don’t know what to do.

Now, I’m tired. Kimmie is okay physically; I won’t vouch for her mental state. She keeps saying she hates herself and she’s being really stubborn about it, too (hence the frustration).

All I want is for her to not hurt herself anymore.