The boys had a rough day. They’re really struggling in regards to their mom and end up taking it out on each other or me. I’m a grown-up and I’m here to deal with whatever they throw at me. I know whats going on and I don’t take it personally.
What really worries me is how they take out their anger, fear, heartache and pain on each other.
There’s not any physical altercations but they scream at each other and pick fights. It’s more an issue with Elliott and Emmett but Gavin can get his digs in as well.
I hate that they’re fighting and I understand the mechanics but I’m making a serious effort to help them find more constructive outlets. We’re making progress and the trip has brought a renewed sense of hope, at least for me but we still have healing to do.
I had to run to the grocery store because Emmett appears to be experiencing lactose intolerance or something similar. I wanted to get him some Lactaid to see if drinking that makes a difference. I’m not convinced this is actually a problem but he’s consistently complaining. He also keeps drinking milk anyway. I’m getting him in to see his allergist, just to make sure. I think there’s multiple moving parts here and I’m just not sure that what’s what at this point.
I can assure you that playing an instrument has given me a great deal of pleasure most of my life.