How white collar PTSD impacts the whole family, by Rush: “Holly, don’t shut the blinds. Mommy doesn’t like the blinds shut. Mommy used to work in an office without a window and the people who had windows would shut the blinds. Isn’t that crazy?”
Rush, sitting at the kitchen table with a binder full of paper and a box of markers, sketching out some superhero ideas for his birthday: “I didn’t see this anywhere. I made it up in my own head.”
Tate, on a swing as wind rushed through the palm trees in the back yard: “This is a GLORIOUS day!”
Holly, a few times a day: “Cookie. Cookie. Cookie.” It’s actually pronounced “cooka” when Holly says it and it’s so cute that she’s getting a lot of cookies.
(I see that apple in Holly’s hands above and think back to life with one or two kids, when Food and Drinks in the Kitchen Only was a strictly enforced rule. It has disintegrated into why is there yogurt in the living room get a rag and wipe it off the couch! and who brought milk upstairs?! I really wish I was joking or elaborating about either one of those.)
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