Sam has it.
41 times an hour,
No breathing.
Not optimal.
CPAP is his new friend.
If only there was time to sleep.
School full time,
With an hour commute, each way.
Homework load immense.
Work at The Home Depot 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. (not a typo)
Work at Target 3 a.m. to 8 a.m. (not a typo)
Sleep? Why there simply isn't time silly people.
We are looking forward to winter semester when he just has one class.
And perhaps even more we are looking forward to mid-January when the seasonal Target job ends and the GI Bill housing allowance kicks in. We'll still be in a very precarious financial state, but sleep is necessary after all.
Sam and the Captain presenting me with my letter of appreciation for being a Coast Guard wife. Malachi promptly came and removed the burden of flower holding from me. "My flowers! My flowers! Where my flowers are mommy!?" Was his refrain whenever they were out of his vision for even a second.
(This was last year, but I just couldn't resist;
there was no turkey gobbling here this Thanksgiving.
It's totally awesome that the commode is visible
in the background. Awesome.)
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