I'm feeling deeply discouraged tonight. My house is trashed, I'm terribly behind at work, and all because I'm on "semi-bedrest" until the twins come. I want my babies to be healthy, but being unable to work or clean, cook, or even move sometimes is really starting to take its toll. I can't even play with Aiden because every movement causes pain. I'm sure the continual insomnia isn't helping my mood. And, of course, none of this is improved by the problems we're having with Devon. Despite our best efforts and several therapies, he just isn't making progress. Maybe I shouldn't be voicing all of this, but I'm just so discouraged and tired. Blogs are supposed to keep friends and family updated, be upbeat and light, so maybe this is too real and dark to share, but there it is.
Richard has been amazing. He works all day and then he comes home and takes care of the boys and does as much in the house as he can but there are only a few hours left after the boys are in bed. He can't do it all and I feel guilty that I can't help out.
As my sister and I always say, I just need to "pull up my big girl panties and deal with it". Anybody know how I can do that?