Ive been struggling for quite sometime, i scared myself a little booked an appointment for a doctor ... three weeks later because i slept every chance i could.
5 days ago my family and i were lucky enough to find a duck hatchling in the pool. For four days my life was close to perfect. This tomy little thing bought my soms together, softened my husbands heart and i felt like i had a purpose a reason not to sleep the school hours away. We were all happy - i felt a zest for life.
on the 5th morning that vibrant healthy blessing was dying. My sons (12 & 😎 were heartbroken, i was heartbroken and feel its my fault, maybe he ate something while having a run around? Maybe i missed my husband fog the room with flyspray and not cover his box? I caused my boys to suffer such pain they had to sob themselves to sleep.
