Sometimes I look at Connor and think, how did this happen? How did I get to be so lucky to have him?
Then sometimes (usually in the wee hours of 4am) I think, why oh why. How did I get here?!
It's been a rough two weeks. Daddy on night shift is no fun. I can handle a week of a dead beat husband, but two is pushing it. I'm exhausted, yet can't sleep. Something about being here alone.
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