YS caught the cold circulating around our condo—first W, then me, now YS. W stayed home with him yesterday, I was home today, she may be home tomorrow depending, I may be home Thursday depending.
Planning out the week to be at home to care for a sick child doesn’t exactly sound like plans to move out and take the boys.
Also, her dad is flying in later this month, and she said that “he will be staying with us.” Doesn’t sound like the mark of someone who will leave right away.
I’m getting more and more sick of the BS and threats from her.
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Had a really good day with YS today. He slept on me this morning for 2 hours, we were buds around the condo, and I took him around the corner to the grocery and Panera (to get a couple of things, but also to get us out and for me to keep my sanity).
I did have a moment with him this afternoon after we got back, when I got super-emotional and I did cry a bit. I love that little guy so much and I wanted him so badly (I wanted a 2nd child so much, though I didn’t expect it when we did). And I feel so so terrible that this is happening to him, and that if / when this goes through, I’ll see him for half-time. (I know the same can be said for OS, but YS is still only so young—he’s 6 months old, and I’ve at least had the last few years with OS).
That is why I’m so blessed to have days like today where I can be with him, or on Sunday afternoon where I carried him and he fell asleep in my arms for 90 minutes (best weight-training ever). I try to soak up every minute I can with him especially—like when I rocked him back to sleep last night. I’m tear-ing up just typing this now—sorry, this is hard, and I hate what this does to us (me and the boys), and what this will do to the boys, and what this is doing to me. This little boy is my joy right now, and I absolutely hate that he will be away from me.
