old dogs and new tricks

Trey just ran like a madman for the couch and totally made it too. He's pretty proud of himself but he is stomping around DW's apartment like a bunch of fat people being chased by zombie werewolves. It stresses me out. She doesn't want me to stress but old habits die hard. She wants to sleep and made that obvious when she slammed her bedroom door shut when trey was playing with a doggie squeak toy. I get being cranky in the morning, with all my heart, I'm just wondering if she's thinking this whole living with kids idea wasn't the best after all. It's hard, having someone who wants to wake up at the ass crack of dawn every day regardless of hours of sleep and needs breakfast, meds, playmates, supervision, electronics assistance, how-to-play-with-cats-without-getting-bitten tutorials .... He just leapt off the couch for the 55th time and I don't have the ADHD-whispererer magic that she does to get the point across to him ... she is amazing with this little boy, I feel like I am getting schooled as a mom sometimes. I also feel like she is doing all the work. She says if she feels overwhelmed she will tell me ... I just don't want to lose this. If this is how real love feels, I'm giving it one shot, with her and only her, because the thought of losing it hurts so much I don't think I would have the balls to try again with anyone else. I've never loved this way before.