Mrs Groovy

So things are getting better, I guess. Not really but yeah… my last post was a moment of weakness when I let down my guard and just write.

My son – still a spoiled brat who doesn’t appreciate anything.
My daughter – week two on meds, struggling but having a sleep-over tomorrow should be just what the dr ordered.
My husband- yet another new boss and new bosses boss…. sick of the whole place.

So this is my life right now. It isn’t forever. It isn’t horrible and it isn’t what some people are dealing with.

I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful my Mom.
I am thankful my husband’s job and the income it brings.
I am thankful for our health, physical health if not mental health.
I am thankful my daughter has a couple of friends.
I am thankful I have a nice home and cars to drive.

About a week ago, I began to feel like me… a little. Since then…

I’ve lost control of one spoiled little boy who is 9 years old but still wants to go to sleep with me every night even though he is sleeping in the room right next to mine. And so I do because its the only way I’ll get any sleep which perpetuates the “spoiled brat” syndrome and the “you’re not spending enough time with me” husband sickness (generic name for the “lack of nookie whine”).

My daughter started taking meds and this kills me…. not only did I give her the gene (thanks Mom) but I moved her here to get tormented enough to home school and isolate her from people. Good job, Mom.

My husband has been told weekly how lucky he is to have a job and if he doesn’t sell enough he won’t have one. Which means he works all the time because his employees dont sell enough. Mixed with the biggest screw up as a main worker.

And the money…. the bills….

And school…. and the tests.

And the dogs need shots and new licenses which brings us back to the money which is all gone.

And that makes me think of Christmas and I just wanna cry….

And honestly…. its just too much.