sometimes I just need a stinking BREAK!!!! Every morning, I have to fight to get this kid up and out the door so that I'm not late for work AGAIN. I have to deal with his attitudes, his not getting homework done, his teachers, paying for everything and his DAMN father can't do anything remotely helpful. I'm sorry but sometimes I think X is nothing but a damn aggravating waste of space.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Frustration

One of the greatest frustrations that I deal with now that I'm disabled, is that no one can truly understand what I'm going through.  There is such a wide array of problems that now make my life difficult, it's impossible to explain really.  I know it is unreasonable of me to expect that, no one can possibly step into another person's situation to understand.  Nonetheless, it is upsetting. I'm hoping that eventually, I can come to terms with all of this.
Read more

Spring flowers, Valentine sighs

Image
Welp, I've been home resting and recuperating all week thus far, and tomorrow is a snow/ice day. Guess that's an early spring break for me. YaY. Boo for being sick tho! I'm feeling much better now with antibiotics and just a cough and headache to remind me. Put sheer white curtains up around my four post bed. That made me happy. Bought a bundle of yellow towels for my bathroom that I am still loving. My house is clean; I have no where to be and plan on staying put for a few days during this storm. I failed to mention that yesterday I took Navy guy to get a new battery for his jimmy before work. He was being very pleasant and personable, which made me miss him. He also sent me a text that if it didn't work out with my"company" to let him know. Suddenly, he's more talkative. I dunno if it's the whole not wanting to be unsingle thing or what. His texts this morning said stuff about the bike club having issues that he didn't want to get me in ...
Read more

Dreams of War

Lying in bed with napping hubby. Suddenly he jerks awake and looks at me. "Are you okay?" I ask. He nods. "I just threw a grenade." At a loss, I inquire: "Did you wake up before it went off?" He nods. Still at a loss.... I comment--" Good. If I dreamed that I threw a grenade, I'd want to wake up before it went off." He grunts and goes back to sleep. Some husbands dream of other things--fishing, girls, games. Mine dreams of grenades, torture, explosions--dreams filled with smoke, screaming, and gunfire, punctuated by the physical pain of old injury earned in service to his country. I love him and pray for him. ♥
Read more