I haven’t blogged in quite some time. I started to on Monday, but didn’t actually have enough to say honestly.
Last night I wanted to, oh I wanted to. I wanted to let the tap run and let out my frustrations and horror! But I knew I shouldn’t. So I didn’t.
So here I am wanting desperately to write something other than about my 7 year old son. And yet he’s the only thing to write about. And I’m tired of those struggles and worries and heartaches. And I just don’t want to put them on paper right now.
I’d rather just lie down and go back to bed and pretend I didn’t have a child who couldn’t go to school or Kung fu. And that I didn’t have a child who could behave so badly that you would just sit and listen in disbelief….only not true disbelief, because the stranger the incident the more you know he truly did it.
I just want it to all go away. I’m tired of being the one parent who has to take care of all the needs and issues. And I know that isn’t fair to say but it sure feels it.
So here I am wanting to blog and saying more than I should and really saying nothing at all.
But writing anything at all sometimes is the simple outlet I need to be able to breathe and get through another day.
At least my best guess is that today should be a decent day, since last night was so horrible. That’s how it works around here. The worse the incident, the better the behavior the following day. Unfortunately it only lasts one day…
Never mind…just found out what all the yelling upstairs was about. No easy good day today…