Everyone asks me, “How are the boys?” It is so hard to tell for sure. I say that they are okay “for the most part” but who really knows. I know that I have good days and bad days. I expect that the same is with them.
The emotions are certainly intensified in our home these days. The frustration, sadness, and anger come on ten-fold. What’s a Mom to do? It’s hard to know exactly.
YaYa and I came home from the baseball game to find BoBo in the front shooting baskets. It seemed normal enough, but something wasn’t right.
Very non-challantly, he asked me for something to which I said “no.” This wasn’t what he wanted to hear but I figured that he shouldn’t be too surprised. But it *was* a big deal, or at least turned into one. I didn’t occur to me that it was something bigger until he disappeared out the front door.