It's almost four o'clock.
I just waved goodbye and kissed four of my children, three of who I will not see for a while. I'll see Vince tonight, and then not again tomorrow when he has his surgery.
I just sent my oldest daughter for a long overdue nap. I'll drop her off and then meet my husband in suburban Denver.
I have to finish packing a few things, do all the dishes, take in some laundry. I am capable of all this, sure, but I don't know...
I don't want to go through with this.
I don't want to leave my babies.
I don't want to let some doctor cut my son's brain open.
It's tomorrow. 15.5 hours away.
Can I do this?
I guess I don't really have a choice...
I better get going. I have kitty boxes to change.