Oddly enough, I felt much better after posting the last entry. I did not even have to resort to actual screaming. Which is a good thing because my head still pounds, though not as hard.
There wasn't really one event in particular that got to me, more a series of tiny little things: headache, sore throat, uncooperative child, bank closed even though it was past nine o'clock and they were not being robbed, too many cold medications to choose from... The usual minor irritations. Nothing to warrant a bout of screaming or running away.
Some days the weight of our situation just seems to be heavier than other days. That's all.
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Pity that I can't take you in my arms and hug you a bit like I did when you were Lola's age. Instead: let Ryan embrace you in my place!
(Granddad)
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