I am incredibly off right now. Dustin has had an extremely difficult week and ended it with torture this weekend. He has been AWFUL. I'm not sure that many of you understand what awful can be . . . but I'm telling you it is not been fun. The little ones are on edge and grumpy because all of our attention and energy is wrapped up in keeping Dustin respectful and safe. Robert and I are snapping at one another because we are at our limit. The dog is even moping around. I have no one to turn to. I need a break. I just want to give up. . .
Another week will begin tomorrow and I will try to get through it without near as much turmoil. I am hoping that Dustin is struggling because he needs sunlight (the weather still sucks here) or becuase he needs some better sleep, or because he has a slight cold. I am not yet putting any stock in the thought that we may be dealing with medication issues. We have been on the same medications for a year an they have been wonderful. I CANNOT deal with the possibility that they may need changed right now. If I have to deal with that the way I feel this afternoon I may lose it. I'm not sure I can handle much more.
He takes so much energy. He takes a constant level of vigilance. I have to be "on" all the time. What I would really like is to climb under the covers, bury my head in a pillow and cry until about next Thursday. But I will stuff it down and pretend I am "good" for the kids. I will stuff it down and be a good wife. I will probably self-medicate and take extra Zoloft for a couple days. I don't have time or the luxury to lose it . . . it sucks being the mommy.
Seventeen years, seventeen stories.
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