I Can
So many changes in our little piece of the world. I am working from home now. Our youngest moved home a few months ago and Randy’s cousin departed a little over 2 weeks ago. Being home 24-7 is surprisingly enjoyable and the Mr is so much happier. Almost zero episodes of angry hostility. No attempts at escape. He’s polite and asks permission to do anything. In spite of the peace and calm, I have found I am struggling to blog. I’ve attempted on several occasions and the words don’t come. My thoughts are jumbled. What is my message? What do I want to share? Who am I helping? Am I helping? Things are better than they have been in quite some time. But, they are not. Therein lies the dilemma. I suspect as caregivers, this is a common crossroad. We have peace. He is happy. He is passive and easy to please. He’s obedient. He’s a child. My child. He can’t put his feet into his shorts, or his shoes for that matter. But, I can guide him into any attire. He can’t put toothpas