I finally admitted something yesterday. I had been ignoring it for a few weeks because I new it meant that my little girl was growing up, but I admitted that Emma no longer needs a big diaper bag. She is past the age where I need to carry bottles, formula, several changes of clothes, and toys everywhere we go. I have been just grabbing a few diapers and her wipes when we go to the store or other short errands. She is now at the age where she needs a few diapers, wipes and her cup. The last few weeks when I have taken her diaper bag there really is not anything in it. So, yesterday we ended up going to Wal-Mart and I found this little Princess backpack. The backpack can easily fit the things she needs and the bonus is that she can actually carry it. We got home and she wanted to wear it so Sam got his backpack and they played with them until bedtime. This morning the backpack was the first thing she wanted. Well Emma is taking her morning nap and Sam is watching some cartoons. Jeremy is finishing up his classes this week so the kids and I are going to get out the house for a few hours so he can write a paper and take an exam. I think I will take a trip to Target. It feels weird not going to work today. I feel like I am skipping or something. I am going tomorrow to work instead of today. I am then off until July 14th.
Saturday, September 2, 2023
"I live with a difficult child. That is really hard to write, but the truth is that I have lived with a difficult child for about 14 years. The last few years have been unbearable at times." I haven't written a post in a long time. The main reason is that I don't have a personal computer (my work computer will not let me log in with my personal email) and I absolutely hate writing from my phone, but here I am needing to write,so I write. When I logged on this evening I found that I had started to write a post on May 23, 2022, but never finished it. We had just come off one of the most difficult years with Chloe. I could be found most nights just crying in my bathroom or screaming, "I can't live in this house with her anymore!" Her treatment towards me had escalated so intensely that I didn't even speak to her for several days and I was a little afraid of her. She had been making so many poor choices at home and we just tried to keep them hidden. I...
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