Terrified
This morning is 50+ degrees colder than it was yesterday, with cold, windy rain. Big Sis was clinging like a recently orphaned child. Her Little Sis woke on schedule ready to play. As the dawn progressed, I worried about dressing the girls for the feather duties while Hubs and Big Bro slept on. I was reluctant to wake Hubs, but finally decided to take the risk. Big mistake.
The future fears of this morning have roared to terror in the echoes of his words for ^it^. Literally.
I donae believe I can raise another three children. I fucked up bad enough on the first two. Meltdown in progress. . .
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(((big hugs))) arfie... I am praying for you and hope things settle down soon.
Comforting hugs.
All I can think to write is Where Is Your Trusty Tool Box...up front in my mind is music.....www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSIVjjY8Ou8, www.youtube.com/watch?v=ullv_XN2d8M
Prayers for Your's and All's Highest Good....((((hugs)))))
I never had any kids, arfie, so I can only imagine how hard the view of the future must be for you now. Sending you all support for this one day at a time once again.
My thoughts and prayers to you arfie. All storms pass, leaving a beautiful rainbow. I hope I can say that it may seem so very hard, but where were they before you came to thier rescue. Where would they be now if you didn't. Keep faith and stay strong dear friend
Deep breaths my friend. Bundles of support and comfort as the doubts and fears assault you this morning.
KingSolomon66 put it beautifully.
Hugs and love Arfie!