My boy had his shots on Tuesday and is STILL not feeling well. It’s horrible for me to watch and listen to him in pain and be able to do nothing. My poor baby.

He rolled over today! For the first time. He rolled to the left and later to the right. What a little smartie. 😉

I’m feeling a little blue tonight, holding my miserable baby and thinking about all of my troubles. They are few and I am blessed(!) but they are troubling. I have been trying to hold myself together and be a strong and calming force for my family through my brother’s problems, but a familiar feeling has been nagging at me. Why do I have to do all this work? When is it my turn? I’m not certain how it’s fair that I deal with our family and try to help and be supportive and forgive him; all of this is work for me. I’m not feeling as though it’s being reciprocated. I can’t even get him to call me. At the same time, I have a husband to answer to and explain why my time is getting sucked into this black hole. I have my own family now, and perhaps it’s my fault for continually trying. I’ve threatened this before, but I’d like to mean it this time: I’m done. I’m tired, hurt and feeling like the sister of the prodigal son, constantly feeling slighted and under-appreciated. So please help me do this!

Tomorrow is another beautiful day, and I want to enjoy it.