The 19-year-old daughter, still dealing with aftermath of two years of E-D (Eating Disorder / anorexia) and a mild level of O-C-D (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), really played hard when her D-S-H (Deliberate Self-Harm) took off following a 2 hours mix of crying and hugging and ever-lasting loops about … tadaaaa : What size sweatshirt she should order for College excursion March next year ! (deadline today)
The 5-year-old son then left the game early as his A-D-H-D had him craving his Ipad.
Status just before 8:00 PM : Kids had used most letters in the alphabet.
But I stayed the game and played my part calm and supportive, finished strong with just an inch of internal F-U-C-K and a lot of L-O-V-E. Strongly supported by S-O-B-R-I-E-T-Y
Time for this tired turtle to throw himself on the back of his shield. Tomorrow is still virgin, and – in all honesty – in this very moment – I am humble and thankful that I two weeks ago sticked to “Advice No 1 “: Do not keep alcohol at home on my homemade Fridge Poster !
/Soberman – Breaking for nothing this weekend. Simply no room for it 😉