wits’ end

Heading into week 5 of pneumonia and night 4 of you up every 2-3 hours, I’m trying hard to be mindful that this won’t last forever, that I will soon crave times like this when you’re big and independent like your brother. Daddy has been out of town, and any forward progress I might’ve been making toward a recovery feels set back by single parenthood. Aaah… the reserves of energy and emotion required of parents… I’m tapped, sis. Tapped.

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