Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Thursday, April 19, 2018
And now my father
And now my father is pissed that I am not taking care of him.
After all, I took care of my MIL.
Except that everything is different.
After all, I took care of my MIL.
Except that everything is different.
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Monday, May 11, 2015
Monday, April 06, 2015
Tuesday, March 03, 2015
Friday, February 06, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Lost Cat
Bond is missing. H let him out last night.
A little recap: Spunky (the cat) passed shortly after Mama. More recently, Bond was diagnosed with some huge horrible growth that we can't so anything about. (Yes, we brought the cat from New York City).
H is angry at me about the cat. It's my fault he's lost, my fault he's sick. H actually tripped last week and blamed me for it. I wasn't in the room, hadn't touched anything in the room, and have no powers of telekinesis but it's all my fault.
A little recap: Spunky (the cat) passed shortly after Mama. More recently, Bond was diagnosed with some huge horrible growth that we can't so anything about. (Yes, we brought the cat from New York City).
H is angry at me about the cat. It's my fault he's lost, my fault he's sick. H actually tripped last week and blamed me for it. I wasn't in the room, hadn't touched anything in the room, and have no powers of telekinesis but it's all my fault.
Saturday, March 01, 2014
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Monday, December 02, 2013
Still out there?
According to my blogger stats, I still have a follower.
HELLO FOLLOWER.
I find it hard to believe that after being silent for a good long while, that someone would have the patience to still be there, waiting for me. Waiting to hear from me. Waiting to see if I am okay.
Well.
Hello, Follower. I am okay. Except for the fact that I am miserable.
How are you?
So, I've left New York City. I kind of had to.
Spunx was diagnosed with Autism about three years ago now. Which, can I say, was just such a FUCK YOU from God. You will struggle for years with infertility, you will break your back taking care of your crazy mother in law, and just when you start to think that there is hope in your life, your only son is autistic. Yup. What did I do, God? When will you stop pouring shit upon my head?
Spunx is five. Being in a blue state, we got lots and lots of therapy but. Being in New York City, its crowded. And there wan't room for him in the school. And my husband couldn't keep a job. Or stop spending money. And I couldn't support the family any more. And my father offered to let us move in with him.
In Georgia.
So here I am. And I am okay. Except for the fact that I am miserable. And lonely. And H is mad at me All The Time. And my father is mad at me. All The Time.
Spunx is hyperlexic, for those of you who chart. So he is, even now, playing with some damn toy that whistles and beeps and he is giggling and jumping and oblivious to all around him. Oblivious to the fact that Mommy is crying, that Mommy is sad.
But I am okay.
How are you?
HELLO FOLLOWER.
I find it hard to believe that after being silent for a good long while, that someone would have the patience to still be there, waiting for me. Waiting to hear from me. Waiting to see if I am okay.
Well.
Hello, Follower. I am okay. Except for the fact that I am miserable.
How are you?
So, I've left New York City. I kind of had to.
Spunx was diagnosed with Autism about three years ago now. Which, can I say, was just such a FUCK YOU from God. You will struggle for years with infertility, you will break your back taking care of your crazy mother in law, and just when you start to think that there is hope in your life, your only son is autistic. Yup. What did I do, God? When will you stop pouring shit upon my head?
Spunx is five. Being in a blue state, we got lots and lots of therapy but. Being in New York City, its crowded. And there wan't room for him in the school. And my husband couldn't keep a job. Or stop spending money. And I couldn't support the family any more. And my father offered to let us move in with him.
In Georgia.
So here I am. And I am okay. Except for the fact that I am miserable. And lonely. And H is mad at me All The Time. And my father is mad at me. All The Time.
Spunx is hyperlexic, for those of you who chart. So he is, even now, playing with some damn toy that whistles and beeps and he is giggling and jumping and oblivious to all around him. Oblivious to the fact that Mommy is crying, that Mommy is sad.
But I am okay.
How are you?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
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