My Three Year Old Has a Shrink. God Help Me.
Yes, his first psychologist's appointment is tomorrow morning. And before you tell me that's CRAZY. I know it is. Totally. Crazy. But it is what it is. And there is a backstory that would make it seem a little less crazy, but I don't have time to do into the details right now. Suffice it to say that I've never been one to shy away from asking for help and I've been seeing this guy for a while now on my own to get tips on Little Guys' encopresis (which is like 99% mental) and he has been helpful and really wants to meet him in person to get a sense of his personality. He says it will help him give me good advice.
And Little Guy is doing a little better too. We have good days and bad days. Hopefully, more good days than bad days are on the horizon.
And yes, margheritas are still totally in order around here. Winter be damned.