Last night, I had a fight with God!
"Hello, I can really use some help, down here!" I cried out!
But, God was fresh out of support; all he had left on the shelf was “blame." So, he dished out a gallon!
Sitting in the dark, wrapped in guilt, I realised the difference between "foster" and "fester" was only in an "o." Like, "Oh?" "Oh no!" "Oh dear!" "Oh!Oh! I screwed up with my kid!"
Let's call the last two postings "It can be worse" part deux and trois, so I can be grateful for fighting with everyone concerned from home, and not from behind locked doors of a psychiatric ward.
Have a sane day everyone!
Dear Lili,
ReplyDeleteI am so worried about you. I guess into the life of each that seeks the sun, come some rain, but it seems to me that you getting a deluge. It's kind of what I have felt for a while this year.
As moms, we have the hardest job in the world. Motherhood takes so much out of us, but at the same time, it is very rewarding. Right now, it seems you are not feeling very rewarded, but this too shall pass.
ReplyDeleteYour son is his own individual whom you have helped shape, but whose life is his own. Separate yourself while loving him as much as you can.