She is exhausted. She was waking at 5am every day earlier this week. She has since replaced that with midnight parties she keeps inviting me too. Her days are full of meltdowns and standoffs. Mine too.
He is not himself. He wants to be held all the time. He lies face down on the floor hollering whenever he is frustrated. He whines and yells and cries. I cry too.
I am empty. Each day this week has drained me a little bit more until I stand here today devoid of patience and understanding. Tolerance and compassion. Humour and perspective. Hope.