Saturday was a terrible day; I'm not gonna lie. I sat at the park after Joey's game and fought back tears. I was ready to sell my furniture, pack what I could into a U-Haul, give the house back to bank and just go to WA. 5 months down of living apart and I feel spent. I'm lonely....I miss my husband terribly....more than I have ever missed a man in my life. I'm exhausted...from the sheer fact that I am everything to Joey, besides being a grad student and an ABA therapist. I'm just so tired.
But then we started a new week and life has seemed to improve. Yesterday, cuddled up watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, I told Joey that it was time to go to religion class. He said "ok," without a moment of hesitation. This morning, he told me he didn't want to go to school today, only "baseball school." A normal parent would get upset with that but I looked at it as triumph. He wanted to go play ball with his friends! Success!! When I picked Joey up from school today, his teacher came up to me and said that he had the best day so far of the school year. He stayed on task and completed all of his assignments on time.
He truly amazes me all the time. This is what I need to remind myself when I am so tired. This is what keeps me going.