I slept in until 6:30. Then there’s the whole morning routine before I can sit down with my coffee: get dressed, breakfast, Miralax, feed the cats. By the time I was able to sit, it was 7:00.
I won’t miss working until 5:00. It just seems so long.
Last night I fell asleep putting Aislyn to bed. Then putting Desmond to bed. My heart is just breaking for him. The only way he knows how to deal with it is to get angry, it’s his go-to. So he gets mad, he gets upset. Of course he does. Who wouldn’t?
I don’t know what else to do. He sees the doctor Monday. I hope they can really help. This is out of control.
I’m so profoundly sad for him. I love him so much. This hurts every minute of every day.