Well I think Friday's are going to be rough around here. We (the kids and I) get spoiled staying home the three days in the middle of the week. It was pouring down rain this morning so that made it that much harder to get out of bed. I got up and got ready and was eating breakfast and the power went out. Poor Jeremy was still in the shower. The power was still not when we left, thirty minutes after it went off. I lit a few candles so I could finish putting on my make up and so we could make our lunches. I finally got everyone in the car and buckled up an headed down the road and I could not remember if I blew both of the candles out. I turned around and went back home to check. I had blown them both out but I am glad I double checked. Sam and Emma had a good day at Gran and Papa's house. Emma though had a blow out in her diaper and today happened to be the day I forgot to put the extra pair of clothes in her bag. Oh, well. We got home a few minutes ago and we are waiting for Jeremy to get home. We are going out to eat and then Jeremy and I are going to get new tennis shoes. Well I think he just pulled in the drive so I better go.
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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