Never ever have the thought 'It can't get any worse' cause trust me it so can. Things just seem to get worse and worse here. Today I had to go home from work because I was so sick. It was just stress. I rested and I feel better but not good. I can't sleep or eat too much. Today my appitite came back for a little bit but I'm to the point if it's trouble I don't want to do it. I feel so crappy for somethings I think. Like earlier I was on the potty and my dad was yelling for me. I kept saying to wait but he couldn't hear me. I hurried up and went to him. I told him how sad it is that even on the pot I can't get peace. I didn't mean it bad but it WAS ironic.

Everynight is the same thing. I'm either home or I get off work and bring him milk, his insulin, undies, diaper, socks, shirt and pants. Every night. I have to make sure he has meds. Check any to see if I need to call them in. It's routine. He can't go anywhere overnight alone. He knows that. What I hate is that Brooke and Daddy time has suffered. I'm closer to my dad that most kids and I value that. I told him tonight that tomorrow night before bed we are watching a movie or show together. Just to chill.

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