Life Starts Now.

I've read my last post a few times, over and over debating whether I should delete it or not...it's horribly negative, and whiney.  I can't delete it.  I have a child with cords, and we are going through a lot of stress whether we think we're dealing with it, whether we don't have enough sleep to process it, or whether we can't give up the reins to the person we know can handle it all for us.  I'm going to have bad days.  I'm going to be sad, and angry, and so happy that I'm bouncing out of my skin.  That's what life is all about, and I've got to document this.  It's a memory.