I finally received a call yesterday from the agency that my mini-me is going to get treatment from. It wasn't much more than a "thanks for being so patient, I hear your pain" kinda call, but it was reassuring nonetheless to know that progress is happening even if it's at a snail's pace.
I took him to see Chicken Little last night. It was really cute and we had a good time. We needed the giggles desperately and what's more, we needed the time together where we weren't arguing about homework or bedtime or cleaning up of toys...
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my oh so tenuous grip on things...I'm crying more and more easily, I'm short tempered (ok, more short tempered than usual!) and sometimes I think about just giving up...ending it all...
But then I remember he needs me...and that's all I need to carry on...to find a way.
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