You know I am not always a patient person. The kids were out of school today and after one broken dish, dirty laundry spead over 1/4 of the basement, 3 spills, one messed up office area, 4 loads of clean laundry, a failed attempt at quiet time, one sick dog...... WOW, patients or no patients, I would not trade it for the world. I love my kids and that's that.
As any one will see as I try and keep in practice with my journaling, I will get down on the yuk stuff. Just the way I am.
I have been feeling pretty shabby as a person lately. It is hard getting used to being a stay home mom. Especially since I have worked at clock in and out jobs for the last 28 years. My sisters will tell you I am a spoiled rotten person and that I complain all the time to get the attention. They may be right, but I think I complain so I can get it off my chest and not let my problems eat at me.
Now it is late and quiet. The kids are asleep, the TV is off, at least the one where I am. The husband is watching SciFi channel in the basement. So I am writing and rambling in that writing.
I am thinking about my Great Aunt that passed away 4 days before Christmas. And her husband and my Paternal Grandmother, both my Grandfathers and every one else that I have know and loved that have left this world. How did they make it? How did they cope? Did they have the same financial problems, child raising problems, family problems as we do? I have no idea how I can make things better for my kids.
