I don't know if I've mentioned before, but the babe has torticollis, which is why he's been in physical therapy since November. He's been making good progress, but since he has started crawling, and his problems aren't fixed yet, he's creating some bad habits that need correcting. The only way to correct these is hands on, repetitively, and the physical therapist said the best thing I can do is to be on the floor with him when he's on the floor helping him make those corrections. So my job as his physical therapist has suddenly become quite intense.
And I am tired.
And I guess that there really isn't anything that makes a Friday different than a Monday for me. Only that a Friday means that we are at the end of another week, and that means we are one week closer to the end of this deployment business. I am tired and the light at the end of my tunnel is still so very, very dim. Dim because it is still so far away. Well, in reality it's not that long, it just feels like it.
(I always have been a titch on the dramatic side.)
Point is: July can't get here soon enough. There is a reason God made it so that it takes two people to have a baby, because it takes two people to raise a baby. And right now, I am just one and it is hard.
(Also, how on earth do single mom's do it!?)