I am totally sickened and sadenned by this.
My ongoing fight with guilt.
I’m sure I’ve written on this before. The Mother Guilt. I won’t even touch on the guilt that I feel coming from outside sources. I just want to talk about MY guilt.
The working-outside-the-home guilt. You see, I don’t want to. I never have. I’ve always wanted to be a homebody, stay-at-home wife and mother. That’s not financially possible right now and the guilt is endless. Joseph has so many problems, many I feel would be helped, although not solved, if he wasn’t in daycare after school. I hate leaving Logan in the care of daycare. I just… I don’t know…
PMS can bite me
You know, I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed with my kids, husband, house, everything!! I’m annoyed with work, and my sister, and my body.
You know what that means… The bitch is back. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, that version of me that my husband says, “Yes Maam,” too is BACK.
What he doesn’t understand is, I hate being this way. I KNOW I’m annoying. I KNOW I’m bitchy. I KNOW I cry at the drop of a hat for nothing. I don’t mean to. I certainly don’t want to.
For all the men out there, here’s what PMS feels like…
does my 6 year old need coffee?
Another big fight with Joseph today. Ugg! We eventually made up – but that boy has no respect for authority. No rebellion, just if it’s not what he wants to do, forget it. I’m sorry, but me getting gas before taking him to school outranks watching the end of Archie. Period. It’s not like I don’t get gas every single Friday of our lives, so this isn’t a surprise. Everything has to be a fight, or yelling at me with him. Really – I think it started with him just being grumpy getting out of bed.
I suppose offering him a cup of coffee is out of the question.
I get to go home at 1pm from work today to start off the holiday weekend. I think I’ll go home and get a jump on the weekend’s paperwork, so I don’t have to do so much tomorrow, which will make my Saturday better.
Bills suck. You heard it here first.
So – Jay’s blog is up and running. I’ll post a linky here one more time.
What has the world come to…
…when your husband wants a blog? Go visit him. He’s new. Be nice.
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