Last night bedtime went off without a hitch. We really didn’t do anything yesterday and just hung around the house. That was a bit more stressful on the Dudette and myself than actually going out. We did get the house cleaned and Little Walter cleaned the bathroom for an hour because I “missed so many spots.”
We’ve settled in with him it would seem and the tantrums are now flash fires that are quickly put out as opposed to the ragers we were routinely getting a few weeks ago. My wife and I are both rather burnout at the moment but there’s not much we can do. With the schedules the way they are and only having one car things are going to be this way for a bit. I think we will be fine. I’m hoping Little Walter tries out for the baseball team, I think it will do wonders for him. I worry about him constantly and even cried on the bus on the way to work today, again. I always worried about crossing paths with crazy people on the bus. Ironically I’m the crazy one. The hour long ride into work allows for much time for reflection and I tend to think of how much our little guy has been through but he forges ahead so bravely. This leads me to kick myself for feeling so weak and worn out now when we have such a long road ahead.
I spoke to my dad on Saturday and told him, “the worst part about this job is you never know if you are doing it right. I wish there was a bell that rang or the lights would blink when you do something right.” He told me to just do my best. Abide.