Last night my son couldn't sleep. He was crying his eyes out thinking about how everyone he loved would die someday, even him. He wished he had a special power to touch those he loved and wanted to keep forever. I, rightly or wrongly said it's all a part of life, but it won't happen for a really long time. We have so much left to do.
Eventually he fell asleep. All this stuff on the news about death toll from covid, its playing on our kids mental health. I'm old enough to know it's OK to live and then die. Poor kids only 6. He wants to watch the news. I've put on newsround for him as its censored but they take in everything.
He is feeling alone in the house as I am working, his father is working and his sister I think is just so different from him. He says he had 2 friends at school but he wants a new one every day. Also that he is so scared of bullies in the world. He doesn't ever want people to call him names or be mean. I told him if that ever happens he Must walk or run away and get an adult to help. He said what's the point. The bullies are bigger and older. There is no way this kid is bullied but he seems to have given up. It's really taking its toll.
If covid 19 wasn't everywhere and we could fly somewhere I'd ask for a period of compassionate leave at work and take the kids to Disneyland or even just to the mountains for a break. They flipping deserve it. I'd give them their wee classes back at stage school to spend time with buddies.
Not much point doing that now we are stuck in. The services we would usually attend are all shut. E. G. The celtic foundation football club. Dance classes. Drama and Music classes at stage school. These don't work on zoom unless the kids are older.
Back to school on Monday for the babies. I for one can't wait to get them in a routine again. Tuesday the poor dog needs a leg xrayed and he needs sedated for it 😠so it'll be a mad dash getting him to the vet and me to work. Poor soul.
I am so genuinely disappointed with the rescue centre I will not name whom we got our greyhound. He had healed from a leg break but that is absolute lies. We have been medicating the poor soul since we got him just before Christmas and he looks dog tired and is suffering as the vet said yesterday.
The rescue centre were phoned yesterday and they said he'd be happier as a tripod male. With 3 legs? Total tit of a woman.
It's absolutely cheaper to get rid of the leg that's bothering him, but his other leg isn't that strong, is out of alignment and he's a big dog. The vet said he couldn't be a tripod and he needed fixed up. My worry is would it be kinder to just send him over the rainbow bridge. If we get his leg repaired with surgery there's no guarantees and he's already got arthritis.
