Have you ever had so much going on in your life and mind that you can’t keep it all straight? It just becomes so overwhelming sometimes. Between the nightmare of an election oddly bothering me, making our way through a pandemic, my eldest child constantly and continuously pushing me to the limits, an ineffective and… Continue reading The word of the day is ‘shitshow’
Category: parenting
Mental Health Check – Failed
Today is yet another experience of watching my son’s descent into the abyss of mental illness. The past year has been hell and I thought there was a clearing on the horizon, but it seems that it’s been one storm after another. These past few months have been even worse: a DUI resulting in a… Continue reading Mental Health Check – Failed
Sometimes it hurts to do the right thing
Today was bad. Really, really bad. I had to do something that ripped my heart out and it still hurts. It was necessary and I hope, someday, my son will forgive me and realize that this had to happen. Let me back up a bit. *deep breath* WARNING: Very long read. Back in February 2019,… Continue reading Sometimes it hurts to do the right thing
Cry when I die
A note to my children, Sixx:AM has a song with a line about not crying at my funeral. I just want my kids to know that when I die, you damn well better cry. You better weep buckets. After all, I’ve spent YOUR entire life crying for you. I cried the day I found… Continue reading Cry when I die
Be the willow that bends…
Yeah, right. Even the willow, when bent to far, will eventually break. Lucky me, another week of being a failure. It’s like free-falling: I find myself at the mercy of others, whether that be other people or the world in general. Just for a little while, can’t I go back to the way things were… Continue reading Be the willow that bends…
I think I’ll throw myself a pity party
You know, I try. I work full time. I’m a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and daughter. I consider myself a damn good employee. Familiar roles consist of chauffeur, chef, and cheerleader. Occasionally, I get asked to be a confidante as well. I try. I really do. Then why do I feel like such a failure?… Continue reading I think I’ll throw myself a pity party
Changes, changes, changes
Sometimes being a parent is like being a renter: it doesn’t matter how good a tenant you are, you KNOW you’re not getting your deposit back. Kids are just so frustrating sometimes. They try my patience and ask–no, DEMAND–goods and services. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being a parent, but having three very high… Continue reading Changes, changes, changes