Dear MC,
You said Monday that I can handle being my daughter's mom, that I just convince myself that I can't and catastrophize, which is doing myself a disservice. But what if I really *can't* handle it? If I can't keep my daughter from running off, having to chase her down, and having her screaming like a banshee and kicking and trying to bite me when I pick her up and me snapping at her and doing my best to avoid her attacks, which probably looked harsh from the outside...then am I really "handling" it? And now it's not just me that feels that way, it's probably a whole bunch of my neighbors, too. Wish I could talk to you before Monday but don't want to bother you. (Will probably e-mail before then, though at this point, between this and other thoughts I've had the past couple days, it would turn into a novel even by my standards.)