Today is the 4th. A celebration of independence and special thanks to our forefathers for constructing this awesome country.

Not a ton of sleep. Never enough. I should be sleeping now but I want to write this stuff down.

Difficult. Is it difficult? Yes, living with a brain injured son is at the top of mental and physical difficulty. Just trying to do ‘normal’ tasks is difficult. Going to the store, going to the Y to go swimming, loading up to leave somewhere, waking up, driving in the car, parking… Yes, all of those simple everyday tasks like going *anywhere* that most people take for granted are exponentially harder when you have to transport someone in a wheel chair, prepare all the STUFF you might need when you’re out, change their diaper, give them food and meds on a specific schedule, load him up, park the van, unload him, etc…

Everyone has difficulties in their lives. Many people, more than others. So here I am, not intending to be bitchy about the situation, just coming to terms with these difficulties. In doing so, I’m going to figure out how to best lead a ‘normal’ life and include Emmett in as much of it as possible.

Driving to pool, Cry…

Get to pool, Cry…

Drive wheelchair into special kiddy pool at the Y, Cry…

Take him out of the chair and attempt to play in kiddy pool, Cry…

Is there a pattern here? Yes, most of our attempts to make Emmett happy end up in failure and him crying. It breaks your heart and we try to remain calm and keep chugging along in hopes of hitting a smooth patch.

Persistence and levelheadedness are the key to success in raising Emmett.

I’m falling asleep here, i’ll continue tomorrow…

remember, fireworks throwing up sparklers burns babies cowbo¬• music….