My so called life

Feb 15

I’m in the master bedroom. B is asleep on my chest.,
Trader and Sammy are in the boys room. Trader probably on the floor but tethered to Sam; hand in hand. We’ve bee up since 4. The boys didn’t go to bed till after 9. Sharing a room; a small place; this life has been tough these last few months. I can feel things breaking.
My guard is up. During a conversation last night I felt like a cat near water. I was so tense. It’s affecting them. Our “conversations”. I know it is. I’m fighting for it, I am, but shouldn’t the other one fight for it too? Whats the tipping point? How do I know when?

Posted at 6:54 AM 15 notes

  1. yayanniebee said: xo
  2. itisinthelittlethings said: Hugs
  3. my-little-kumquat said: this makes me want to give you the biggest hug. xo
  4. thelazylakewoodhousewife said: Keep your head up!
  5. reneenicolesays said: xo friend
  6. almosthalfway said: i’m sorry, nights like that are the worst. lack of sleep, tension in the house, needy little ones, and lying awake in the middle of the night with nothing but your thoughts…i’ve been there and it sucks.
  7. juneofthemoon said: Wish I knew.
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