If you have any inclination to donate to finding a cure, please do.
I am squeezing Santa's loot into my trunk this week and trying to keep it from the kids, but my heart's not really in it this year. Me and my kids have been going through a rough time lately, and I'm just trying to keep it together. One day at a time. If only the homeroom moms at school would stop sending me a billion requests for money for various parties and snacks and teacher gifts and fundraisers-- I think I'm about to snap. Don't they know that there are far more important things going on right now that demand my attention?! But of course that isn't fair, I suppose.
For some reason forgetting to send in another damn check to the school makes me feel like a bad mom, like dragging my crying 6 year old out from under his bed and explaining for the 10th time that I don't know why God let this happen to us. I just don't know. And I can't make it better. But I love him so much.
I wish the sun would come out for a while.