Think I’m going to start going to bed earlier every night. Got a decent night’s sleep with my earbuds on while Ron got up with Sarah three times and I totally missed it, but we’re gonna have to take turns. Seems this has turned into a thing. I don’t see it making sense staying up super late like I do sometimes when I know I have to get up in the morning. I do that sometimes to talk to you but that’s like you going to bed at 2:30-3:30 am like you typically do and getting up at 7:30 am just to talk to me and that’s never happening. Just got thinking about how little we’ll talk once I start working full-time. You don’t compromise your sleep for me, and I don’t expect you to. With all of the things I have going on, I certainly shouldn’t compromise my sleep for you, either. Why I shuffle my own needs to the bottom of the pile, I have no idea but it’s a new goal of mine to stop doing that.
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It isn't easy being the parent of a child with special needs (youngest of three kids), let alone being in my mid - 40's. I have my ups and downs. I try to do all I can for her but I’ve put my life and goals on hold several times and I’ve realized I have to do things for myself to be the best I can be for her. I have times when I feel like she is the best thing in my life because she taught me unconditional love and patience. But I also go through bouts of feeling like a wedge has been placed between myself and my dreams and I feel hopeless. These are some of my thoughts, goals, achievements, rants and breakdowns as Sarah’s mom. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom -Maya Angelou View all posts by Laurie