It's been another long week. The first part of the week was awful. He gets up in the middle of the night and paces in circles as he struggles with doggy dementia. He can't see so my job is to keep him from bumping into as many things as possible. At the same time I'm trying to keep him quiet as he whines a lot. So during half of the week I was fumbling through my days on 3 hours of sleep each night. I believe it was Wednesday night, no wait technically early Thursday morning when I sat up with Cody and I was making almost as much noise as him. I couldn't help it for some reason I burst into tears. There I sat in the middle of our living room crying on the floor like a 3 year old. It's just that I've noticed some more differences in him in the last 8-12 days, my moments of worry never go away. I keep trying to tell myself it will be okay, but that doesn't mean it's not hard, because it is. Wish I could rewind time for him.
Side Note: It's May 4th....which means 9 years ago today the boys and I moved to Texas.

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