Well I woke up this morning very cranky. Sam was up in the middle of the night. He was crying and wanted me to hold him but I made him stay in the bed. I then woke up startled to find him standing right beside the bed. I was too tired to take him back to his bed so I just let him climb in our bed. He is getting too big for the three of us to be in the same bed so I ended up getting up and going to sleep with Emma. I slept really good in her bed but I woke up with a headache. The kids were pretty crazy today so that did not help my mood. Sam kept taking everything away from Emma. I think he likes to hear her scream. I got some of the house back in order but it does not look it. I did get most of the laundry done (washed and dried anyway). The kids and I stayed in today and I got a chance to do some more reading. When Jeremy got home I went to Curves and then came home made supper and I plan on doing some more reading. I am trying to hold myself back from e-mailing Immigration to see if I could get a status on Chloe's paperwork but I will give it another week. We have been waiting five weeks now. Well the kids have escaped from their room so I better round them back up. They get too crazy around this time of night when we let them run around in the living room.
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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