Dear Tyler,

Hi my sweet son! How are you doing on this Monday afternoon? Mom is so friggin exhausted it is not funny. I wanted to write to you briefly before I sat down and took a quick cat nap. I can't even keep my eyes open right now. I am sorry that I didn't write to you over the weekend but it was pure hell here. I know you can see everything and aware of all that happened so there is no need to go into details at all. It has been a bunch of rollercoaster emotions the last 2 days and the lack of sleep is not helping.

Saturday morning was the usual... pups were fed and walked and then everyone kind of went there own way doing things that needed to get done. In early afternoon, we all sat down and had a "chat" about what is and was going on...Mark wanted time to think about things and said he wanted to sleep on it. No one spoke to one another the rest of the day or night. It was quiet and Mom went to bed at 10 pm just to be woken up at 11:30 with renters yelling and screaming, lighting fireworks and partying it up until 2 am. 

Sunday, Mom got the pups fed and walked while Mark basically did what he wanted. He was on his computer from 8 am until 4 pm. We decided that after dinner we would have the rest of the "chat".... well that is where everything went very "south" and quickly. Nothing was accomplished at all. Tempers flared and voices were raised and Mom was just done. I didn't even eat dinner last night. I sat up until 10:30 pm trying to once again "chat" with Mark while Meme and Bob were sleeping and that also went nowhere. I called it a night at 11 pm to be woken up again by the same renters yelling, screaming, partying and lighting fireworks until 2 am. I was so pissed and exhausted. This house is literally making Mom ill. 

Monday...today... Mom was up all night with maybe 2 hours of sleep. I fed the pups and walked them and then hung downstairs for a bit. I came up upstairs, took a shower, made the bed and out the door I went. I have errands to run. I got back at 11:45 am and what a mess Mom made. When bringing in groceries, Mom put a bag down and exploded a glass bottle and it went everywhere. I cleaned it up, mopped the floor, vacuumed it and repeated those steps twice to make sure all the glass was up from the floor. After that was done, I grabbed something to eat and away I went to my office to make all the calls that I needed to and paid the bills as well. Tonight, Mark and I will be sitting down, just the 2 of us and talking. I am not sure if it will help or solve any problems but I will try. That is the least that I can do. I think I will be making it a very early night for sure. I will be lucky if I can keep my eyes open until 9 pm. Mom will write to you tomorrow though and let you know how things go. I will whisper to you before I go to bed to. Smile when you hear me and I will smile to you my sweet precious son. You are my hero and the wind beneath my wings. Forever you live in my heart, mind, body and soul.  Have fun tonight doing all the things that you want to do and need to do. Come visit Mom in my dreams if you can. I could use a good talking to. Mom is going to go lay down now. I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the world. I miss you more than words. Until tomorrow comes...good night and sweet dreams.

Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah 💛