Sleep Safe Little Man

Look who finally went to sleep on his own!  OK it is still in my bed but I am fine with that.  It has been a horrible day.  I think I am tired as well but sometimes these kids lives are just so much harder than they have to be and I spend the last hour of my day holding a sweet thirteen year sobbing in my arms, whose life has been ripped apart again.  The tragedy of it all is the last word of that sentence; again.  I am powerless to help.  I feel frustrated that there is so little that I can do.  I feel frustrated that my organization, the school and the government is at least as powerless as I am, perhaps those agencies are even more powerless, because I can at least hold the tissues to dry tears.  So much hurt and pain in the world.  So much fear and suffering.  So many who will inflict that pain and suffering and so little that we can do to stop it.  I am happy that Levi sleeps so soundly and that his dreams are unsullied by this kind of thing.  I hope that is still true fifty years, a hundred years from now.  Sleep safe little mancub.  Dream happy safe dreams for as long as you can.  As much as I can I will help exactly that happen.

I have tomorrow off and I am really happy about it even though it is just a string of those little appointments that you can't get done during the week.  I needed to get things done before I go to USA in June and it just seemed to make sense to put them all on the one day.  Well, two days.  I have one on Saturday morning as well. 

The weekend is a pretty standard one, completely full and barely time to breathe.