My baby is home, safe and sound. Relatively speaking.
I’m not going to
beat around the bush – this rescue operation has been going on for way too long
as it is. It was incredibly messy and quick – so much so, I’m not 100% sure on
the details – but I know that the five minutes between breeching the front gate
and walking out the side door with Casey in tow, resulted in her mother dying
and my sister having to go on the run again.
I’m just so tired.
We’ve been on the road since Sunday night and we didn’t get home until Tuesday
afternoon and now I am just completely wired. I haven’t slept in a month and
now that it’s all over, my body doesn’t know what to do. I can’t stop yawning
but I’m also too restless to lie down. On top of that, I’m so worried for
Casey. I’m always worried for Casey but I’ve only had her back for a few days
and already, I’m so terrified of losing her again.
This last month
has been a nightmare – though not much worse than any of the other horrible
things that have happened to my family over the years.
I wonder if this
was the last straw.
Will this be the
thing that sends me over the edge? Have I already gone and just didn’t realize?
I just want to
sleep. And I want to know ONE of my children is safe with me. But mostly, I
need to sleep, I can barely keep my eyes open and yet I feel the need to go for
a run.
Not at all a recipe
for disaster.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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