I’ve been

Holding back the vitriol in hopes of gaining some perspective about the teenage animal My Child. Wild, elusive, inconsistant baffling, frustrating, instigating volatile, persecuted, open then closed Resistant to reality, rebellious struggling to find self losing self when it gets too comfortable self sabotaging, maturing in his immaturity This stage of adolesence would be better…

Trying to be nice

This week is a doozy Physical therapy for my stabbing back pain A doctor willing to try to straighten my scoliosis by strengthening my uncooperative muscles okay, we'll see Meeting with the local juvenile court to establish my family team case management They came to the house yesterday to meet the kids There was no,…

Water Melon

poison ivy on her ankles she cries and kicks like the world is coming to an end the end hasn't come yet she flooded the bar who knew that by throwing a baton in the air a faucet turned enough to make the water flow not in the sink but on the counter a waterfall…

Speaking in Preambles

"Preamble noun we memorized the preamble to the Constitution: introduction, preface, prologue; foreword, prelude, front matter; informal intro, lead-in; formal exordium, proem, prolegomenon. Apple Dictionary Version 2.2.1 (143.1)" I have a pet peeve. Well, you know me by now. I've got many issues, to be honest. Ha ha My cup runneth over in that department.…

Listing

Go to court Sit near my ex without having a panic attack Apply for county wrap around services for Girlie, My Child Occupational therapy visit with Girlie Install top of the stairs safety gate Visit the big city to see a new psychiatrist Survive an hour long car ride with that woman, my mother Talk…

Now we wait

I feel like if you don't teach children about life when they are young, they learn the realities when they are adults. ESR is 18 now and his previous actions have finally caught up to him. I think karma is giving him a view of the sentence he never received for beating the crap out…

Reading

Sometimes when I read a book, my mind starts to wander. I could blame the author and say, the book does not hold my attention due to some flaw or other. The reality is my attention is divided, scattered, completely absent. I could blame age and the pitter patter of many little feet, a depletion…