Charlotte and I have been in a funk lately. Lots of arguing, not listening and just struggling. I’m home alone with the kids most of the time… That’s nothing new. But feeling hopeless was new.
She’s smart and stubborn and strong-willed. She likes to negotiate and won’t take no for an answer. She’s going to be one hell of a leader, but as a 4 year old it’s damn hard.
Nights have been rough. I love her. So much! But I couldn’t wait for her to go to sleep.
Everything just felt wrong. Off. Broken. I hated it.
So today I kept her home from school. We spent the day together with no schedules, no plans and no yelling. I told her we were skipping school because I wanted to spend time together and stop fighting. She said she didn’t like fighting, either. I cried. She handed me a tissue.
Honestly, we wound up having a great day. One of the best we’ve had in a while. We needed it. I needed it.
Still here. Waiting for discharge. Today was a roller coaster - fevers, smiles, and everything in between. But he’s drinking and breathing well so we can go home. Amen!
What a day… Nebulizers, snot suckers, fever spikes, 4 IV attempts… Tuck’s spending the night in the hospital… Hopefully it’s just one night.
We’ve seen too much of places like this with this guy. Fever won’t quit and baby boy sounds like he’s smokes 2 packs a day. (at Children’s Hospital Boston ER)
Still no decision made on the job front. Interviews are over so now we need to sort it all out and make a decision. That’s the hard part… The front runners are Texas and Jersey.
I’m anxious to decide and start the process of knowing and planning, moving and settling down. This is real and it’s really happening… But right now it doesn’t feel real. I’m ready for real.
Tuck is growing by leaps and bounds. He’s up to 14 lbs 12 oz and 27 inches long. He’s happy and healthy and that’s all that matters.
He’s getting the hang of solids and adjusted really easily to formula. He’s such an easy going little boy. Lucky me!
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