I’m FINALLY starting to feel a bit better. I can’t really get into it right now – I just don’t have the energy to hash it out – but we might have Joseph seen by a specialist. As in getting a referral to a pschiatrist. You wouldn’t think so, since he’s only almost 4, but the child is just simply too too too violent. There’s something wrong here. He’s not like a normal 4 year old. Jay and I are going to discuss it. We’re starting to worry for Logan’s safety around his brother. God, this is so painful. All I ever wanted since I was a little girl was a normal family. Now, I’ve got one who may need a heart transplant, and the other I’m trying to keep from growing into a homicidal freak. What am I going to do when they’re teenagers. I’m 28, and my hair is – literally – going gray. Silver to be more precise. Stuff that’s more fun than a lot of substance, since I just don’t have the extra brain power right now…
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