Dear God,
I feel like we need to have a talk once again. This isn’t the first time we have spoken and I really thought we were on the same page.
Clearly that’s not the case.
My intention is not to question you but I have to admit that I have a few questions.
As you are no doubt aware, raising special needs children is far from easy. There really needs to be some type of divine intervention in some cases.
Like many other parents, I accept and love my kids for the amazing gifts they are. That’s beyond contestation. I think that I’m doing a pretty good job, all things considered.
I’m sure you recall that I made a request back in the beginning of this journey you have placed us on. That request was very simple. Please, please, please don’t allow all of my kids to be sick at the same time.
It was my understanding that we even added a special clause. That clause stated that at no time would my wife and I be sick along with our kids. As we are their caregivers, we must be in working order before we can take proper care of our little blessings.
Somewhere, someone seems to have dropped the ball.
How do I know this? Both Elliott and Emmett are now sick and I’m pretty sure Gavin won’t be far behind. To make matters worse, Lizze and I are both under the weather and that, in my opinion, means that a ball has been dropped.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your overconfidence in my abilities and I’m not saying you dropped the ball personally. However, maybe someone screwed up our paperwork or something.
If you could please, please look into this and make the necessary corrections I would be really grateful.
As for whoever dropped the ball in the first place, punish them as you see fit. After all, it’s not my place to judge, it’s yours. I’m just saying.
