Hump day

I looked up hump day in urban dictionary and they define hump day as the middle of a work week; used in the context of climbing a proverbial hill to get through a tough week. That just about sums it up. Although I technically dont"work" until the end of the week, my work never seems to be truly done. I am tired, very tired. And I am trying to climb that hill. I have made some progress but I have to admit sometimes I want to give up and go back down the hill. I am tried of trying so hard to get my son the help he needs. Last week I took him to a screening at IDA. It was a long day with many detours. We stopped at Central Park so Joe could skateboard and climb the rocks. I, with kindle in hand, thought I could read a few pages but my watchful eyes kept drifting to Joe for fear that someone would snatch him. Last night I got a call about a man trying to lure children into his van with a happy meal - now does that seem right? a happy meal? Like I said, times are changing. But back to my climb. After our trip to Central Park, we visited the Ripley's museum in Times Square. Of course, we had to buy a souvenir and not discover it was broken until we arrive back on Long Island. So yesterday while in NYC (again) in the rain, the pouring rain, I trudge back up to Times Square to return the broken souvenir. My girlfriend laughed at me "all of my son's problems and you're worried about a pen?" But it wasn't about the pen. It was about the climb. The climb I am on with him. I didn't want The day we spent together in NYC to be tarnished by a broken $5 pen. I try so hard to make everything right for Joe. Sometimes I think I try too hard. Am I giving too much to him and not enough to his brother? Well the climb continues today. I see many familiar faces on my climb and encourage them to "keep climbing". Have a great day and p.s. stop for a rest along the climb and enjoy.