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.
Empty Arms
It was a rough weekend. I was feeling pretty blue to begin with--grieving the loss of my little family which has shattered to pieces, leaving just me and my son under one roof. Dunno what precipitated that pity party, but it was going on since Thursday. Friday, Son's father didn't call, text, or come to pick him up. Son was not inclined to make the effort either. I guess he figures that if his father wants him, he'd initiate. Saturday morning was particularly rough because Son had Saturday School---kind of like detention on Saturday, for being tardy to class after PE. Moving fast is not his strong suit ever. Plus, he doesn't wake up and get going easily either. Basically, Saturday was filled with Son's fussing, homework, tears, slamming of doors,and lot's of I-hate-you's. Yeah, pretty miserable all the way around. I think maybe it was a reaction to how he feels about what's happening with his dad. OR not happening. It culminated in Son sobbing in hi
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