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Rough week

It's been a rough week - a stressful time that I can't and won't blog about. On top of that, my son has had a fever and cough for nearly a week. I have been confined to the house like I'm grounded for as long as he's been sick with no escape from my stress except for the smoking breaks I take every hour or so and a few hours out on Sunday to try to make father's day a less miserable experience for all of us.
I am losing weight by the day because I can't bring myself to eat more than a couple times a day. I have now reached my thinnest since Ethan was born, but am not really celebrating because it's the sort of weight loss that will creep back as soon as my appetite returns.
To add insult to injury, tonight my son smacked me in the face with such force that it still stings a half hour later. I had a slight impulse to smack him back, but restrained myself and walked away instead. We're not parents who hit and until today, Ethan was not a child who hits either. In his defense, I'm sure he thought I deserved it because not long before that, I had to hold him down and force antibiotics down his throat. It was not my finest moment as a parent, but he refuses to take it and he has a respiratory infection that can turn to pneumonia. It was a necessary evil so for tonight, I'll take my slap and call it a day.

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