Let me hide in my hobbit hole

This is hard. Like really hard. It's pretty hysterical that I thought things were hard before the big D word. I just want to hide in my hobbit hole of a house and not participate in real life. What is real life even mean? It's definitely real life here inside our hobbit hole. A life that I am barely holding together. This is hard. I'm tired. With no end in sight. My body is tired. My soul is tired. My heart is in tatters. Things got a little bit more out-of-control after oceans horrific oral surgery. We all had a big setback emotionally and with diabetes upkeep.  I feel like every time I turn around and think that I can't handle anything more, something else is piled on. So now I walk around waiting for the next big life hurdle that we are just supposed to deal with. How much can a person take? No like seriously, I wonder if there have been studies done about people in crises. How much is too much? Ocean was in the hospital in March but every day is a brand-new heart wrenching learning experience. My Grandfather died last month and tonight my sweet husband's father is in the hospital in pretty serious condition. Come on! Do we not deserve a break? What the hell is up with 2016?

Well, well, well. As I write this my kiddo just starting laughing historically about...well pretty much nothing. Just laughing because he can. Laughing to make himself laugh. I thank God for his joyful soul. It helps it not feel like too much every single second. 

 Our hobbit door for our hobbit hole.  

Our hobbit door for our hobbit hole.