A year ago today after a long day at my parent's home I came home to tell the kids my Dad probably would die the next day. Victoria said, "No he can't die on a holiday." He didn't listen....But then again his legal death dad would end up being November 1st. The night was one of the longest of my life. With dad totally drugged up we slept on the floor in the family room while he was in the living room. It was draining day. I spent most of the day sitting in the chair in the living room by my dad texting my best friend. I wouldn't have survived with out her. It was so hard and I just wanted it all to end but then I didn't want to lose dad.
This has been a tough week. I worked some extra hours which were only five hour shifts but were still were time away from the kids. Kids are at their breaking point and wether or not they know it they need schedules and some stablness. School starts Tuesday and comments about how people hope my kids dont kill their teachers with COVID is neither helpful or accurate. Plus we had a budget meeting after months of no meetings. In which we found out that we had once again over spent in August. Which could have been stopped if we would have known earlier in the month. I sent $1500 to student loans. Andrew turned eight yesterday and I am so thankful for him. He is become such a deep thinker and asks these amazing questions that I don't always have the answers to. The meds have helped slow him down but he is still crazy Andrew. We upped the medications and it was like he was on speed. He couldn't sleep and was kind of zombie like. Then there has been a few moments wher
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