
He was sorta a little shit today on our walk. Blech. Don't even want to go there. Suffice it to say that I was cursing Chris's name for being states away while I contended with a screaming 20 lber in one hand while pushing a 33 lb stroller with the other for a half mile. Sound difficult? Try that with judging strangers and a tank top a bit too big drooping as you go along. Yah...he was perfect the whole way up, and he was horrific the whole way back. If ever I've been close to a nervous breakdown that would be it.
One day hugging him won't always be the immediate solution to his woes and this I try to hold dear.
One day Chris won't have to travel so much. This I can not wait for.
Goodnight all of you out there in tv land.
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