I Spent Every Waking Hour Caring for Our Special-Needs Sons While My Husband Hung Out with His Secretary – When My FIL Found Out, He Taught Him a Lesson the Whole Family Would Never Forget
I used to measure my days by the rhythm of my sons’ medications. At seven each morning, Lucas needed his muscle relaxants. Fifteen minutes later came Noah’s seizure medication. By eight, we were stretching stiff muscles and preparing for another day that required more strength than I ever thought I possessed. By nine…
