My husband has been at it with extreme patience all day. I've been doing peaches and green beans and visiting with one of the social workers... Steve has Buster right by his side at every moment and it's a total moment by moment exercise in patience. He's working his heart and calling for him to have a happy heart/attitude and a willing spirit nearly every 5 minutes as they have been cleaning the garage and doing yard work. It's painful to say the least, but he's treading on thin ice and so far we have avoided a major catastrophe, although that could change in an instant. This week has been hard, but each day has been more intense then the last. As horrid as this sounds, I'm almost sure an explosion would give us all release and giving the consequence would be less strenuous than this.I don't know what is going on. Why is he struggling so bad?
On a happier note: Both girls are officially life guards. Brianna gained a lot of strength in the last two weeks. She can't believe she passed the tests as easily as she did. At first it was a killer, now it's easy. I'm hoping that's the way it will be for a certain little boy, too.
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