It’s these rough phases that I miss my kids the most while they are off to school, and at their dads. I keep thinking about Thomas’s fit. I just want to hug him and tell him we will figure this all out and we will get through this. I want to comfort each of them, ensuring this is a phase and we will endure and find a solution that fits us all. I want answers. A solution. I don’t want him/them to hurt anymore. I want them to enjoy a “typical” childhood and grow up to be happy, healthy adults, fulfilling their passions.
As for my afternoon, it’s been too much down time. I can’t find my camera. I’m am 100000000% sure I’m probably staring RIGHT at it. : P Continual prayers of “Ok God, You know I am completely helpless and can’t do ANYTHING with out Your help… please, PLEASE help me find my the camera…..”
I picture God looking down and laughing, “Yep. She is truly helpless…” Alright, time to go hunting some more…..