Until the day I die
I'm lucky I have no hair because if I did, I'd have ripped it out this morning. Gavin's already struggling and that struggle is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I'm trying so hard to do right by everyone in my family but I think that task might just be bigger than me. Last night, Gavin came to us about midnight, complaining of his chin being ichy. He's was clearly distressed but not wanting to tell us what was wrong. After a painfully awkward, completely unnecessary back and forth, he admitted that his beard is what's causing the itchiness. For some reason, he was embarrassed to say that his beard was a problem. I told him to shave and slap some lotion on his chin. That should help…