sinus infections are the terrible. i feel physically fine, but my head feels like a helium balloon ready to take me to the stars. ill make it - advil and sudafed are my friends. gatorade too!
three weeks turned into two, a night of cold bitter wind and tears. a night of sleeping so soundly because i knew, just knew, i was safe. lucky is a good word to describe it - excited, thrilled and loved.
one moment im rocking a sweet round bellied boy to sleep by the sounds of jack johnson and the next moment i have to pull curtains, talk to security and turn lights off. a crazy biological parent cracked out on drugs wants to see that belly.... shes allowed up, acts like she has meth in her veins and there he went... cried the entire time. my heart sank. my eyes teared up. my mind sped through thoughts that i do not take back. anger built up. i layed motionless in bed that night.
goodnight moon.
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