A guy asked me this morning what I do with myself from 2pm every day. I answered with a laugh. The reality is I come home & clean. I clean silly stuff. I’m stressing and I’m worrying. I’m waiting for my mobile to ring. I’m worrying about what my youngest has stupidly done. Every school day is the same. I get up feeling sick & distract myself till he’s home. I can’t change how he behaves. I’ve tried so hard to point him in the right direction. I give him consequences. He’s a law unto himself. He rubs out any lines drawn for him. The sad thing is he could be a great child if only he allowed himself to be. Is it enough to worry myself sick because that’s what I’m doing. Right now its all I have.
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