So, my husband left early Thursday morning, and will be home tonight, or tomorrow depending on delays and traffic. 5 days. 5 days...
I had plans to do amazing things with myself, my kids, and my messy, embarrassing, depressing house.
I started this blog 5 hours ago, since then, I have done ONE load of laundry, played the Starship game that has taken over my bed for two days with carefully placed pillows, and a Lego made command center, including a trash compactor button and Hyperspace capabilities. I tried to understand the uber malcontent of my 13 yr old, who will subscribe to anything angst, no longer believes in God, and spends her free time talking her friends out of self mutilation and suicide.
I wonder sometimes, if asked " How was your day" what would happen if I were honest...
Debilitating, gut wrenching disdain for EVERYONE and EVERYTHING is reserved for those teenage years, or is it?
I think we go through a Sweetheart/Honeymoon Stage, when we believe that we might have things under control. When we realize that we are looking at the short straw, and life is going to kick our ASSES ... FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES...It is time to reassess what the hell we are doing, and what really matters.
I had plans to do amazing things with myself, my kids, and my messy, embarrassing, depressing house.
I started this blog 5 hours ago, since then, I have done ONE load of laundry, played the Starship game that has taken over my bed for two days with carefully placed pillows, and a Lego made command center, including a trash compactor button and Hyperspace capabilities. I tried to understand the uber malcontent of my 13 yr old, who will subscribe to anything angst, no longer believes in God, and spends her free time talking her friends out of self mutilation and suicide.
I wonder sometimes, if asked " How was your day" what would happen if I were honest...
Debilitating, gut wrenching disdain for EVERYONE and EVERYTHING is reserved for those teenage years, or is it?
I think we go through a Sweetheart/Honeymoon Stage, when we believe that we might have things under control. When we realize that we are looking at the short straw, and life is going to kick our ASSES ... FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES...It is time to reassess what the hell we are doing, and what really matters.