Post #28
I have started four different posts and none of them feel right. Lemme tell you this: I am hot, sticky, tired, and frazzled. Nothing productive is coming out of this brain tonight.
Right before Dillon goes to bed, he stares vacantly at random things in the room and laughs or cries. It is sheer exhaustion and there is no purpose behind his behavior. He isn't being moody, he is just being FINISHED for the day.
That is me. Finished for the day.
Till tomorrow.
Right before Dillon goes to bed, he stares vacantly at random things in the room and laughs or cries. It is sheer exhaustion and there is no purpose behind his behavior. He isn't being moody, he is just being FINISHED for the day.
That is me. Finished for the day.
Till tomorrow.
posted by Amanda
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8:59 PM
1 Comments:
At least you get a finished day! Remember when he was an infant and your day never finished? *yawn*
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