(written Monday night)
3am and I have been lying
in bed for over an hour. Yes, I took a
late nap but I take them when I can get them.
I haven’t been able to sleep well or nap well since we dropped him off.
I’m out of my sleeping pills but I keep forgetting to call it in for more. Easy fix on any other day. I have the Nyquil handy but that just seems a
little bit desperate and shady. I
decided to come downstairs, pop open a bottle of wine and start typing. I’ve
put it off or way too long. Oh ya and I’ll
munch on some Monster Mix from Target and watch ‘Breaking Down the Bars’.
I get to pick up
“Little Man” Thursday morning. I’m a nervous wreck. It will be 4 weeks to the
day that I last hugged and kissed my sweet foster son. Longest 4 weeks of my
life. I can honestly say it has felt like 6 months. Biggest fear is him not wanting to come with
me. Or crying for Mommy (BioMom) after
we leave his home. I have lots of supporters
telling me I’m crazy for thinking that.
And when I stop to really think about that I had him for a little under
2 years I tell myself there is no way he won’t want to see me or come with
me. I guess I will find out in 3
days.
Not sure where to
back up to, to catch up on this story. Going to figure it out and bring ya
along. You won’t believe the ups and downs we have been through. But you will
sure want to read about it. We still
shake our heads at all we have learned and witnessed through loving “Little
Man”.
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