I haven't felt much like myself lately. Just lonely at times. I haven't ever lived by myself before. I'm isolated from my friends. Work is work.
David-Michael keeps moving and grooving. He has push toys at both houses now and is clearly moving in the direction of walking. Sarah, his daycare lady, had a dream about him walking. Otherwise he is trying to eat with a fork and spoon.
We have dodged any major illnesses lately, though he has a nasty case of ringworm. But things with James and I are not improving. I haven't even told him of my plans.
I've also been fighting a wicked case of insomnia. I just can't seem to go to sleep, which is probably why I don't feel like myself.
But the time has flown by. I've been here for four months now. This feels more like home then any place since I moved out of my mom's house. Isn't that funny?
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