This Crazy Life

Last night I was talking to a friend and we were talking about how hard this has to be for a single parent.  We are both so lucky to have a supportive spouse.  We both agreed the brunt of it falls on our shoulders as the mom, but the dads are definitely in this fight too.  It then made me remember a night early on in this disease.  She was going to stay up all night.  She was mad about something.  I don’t even remember.  She was running to hide to exercise constantly.  I was burnt out.  I went and woke my husband up and said she’s yours.  I can’t do this.  So, he got up and got her into our bedroom.  I went up and laid down in my daughter’s room on the complete opposite side of the house.  Doors were shut.  Sound machine was on.  You could still hear her screaming and yelling.  But I was able to fall asleep.  And I got a few hours of sleep.  The next morning I went down to our room and she was asleep.  She had given in about 3 or 4 in the morning.  Our room was a disaster with things she had thrown and broken, but I got to sleep.  I got a break.  Was that night fun for my husband, absolutely not, but he was there to step in when I just couldn’t do it any longer.  The little things that make you realize you can fight a little more.  I wish everyone going through any battle had a person that could give them a few hours off even if it’s just once a month.  It’s so refreshing.