Showing posts with label single parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label single parenting. Show all posts
January 4, 2012
January 3, 2012
The Cold's Prayer*
*recited in a rhythm close to "The Lord's Prayer"
Our head cold, who art in sinus,
how did you get so bold?
Thy dripping nose thy ice cold toes
Theraflu and Nyquil's in the closet.
Give us this sneeze our daily dread
and forgive us our coughing
as we forgive those who have coughed against us
And lead us not into the ER
but deliver us from dry tissue noses
for thine is the hot tea, the vitamin C, the Zicam
Now and forever.
Amen.
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December 21, 2011
Christmas sometimes depresses the fuck out of Goddess!!!
I know I have to put most off this shit in the proper light, but MAN! What I wouldn't give to enjoy a pleasant surprise every once in a while.
Christmas has always been one of those holidays when I so look forward to that special day of food, family, fun, and surprises. I am a giver and i truly look forward to those special occasion when i am actually given something.
well.....
Perhaps my heart is broken and it was my own son who faced the responsibility of handing out broken hearts today. He has been working himself into a frothy mess trying to get his ass to BIG LOTS without me to buy a couple of items of interest.
I was excited as most children are thinking i was going to get a cute little something my son really wanted to give me to show me how much he loved me and was into the christmas spirit.
he came back with a hand-buzzer and a tube of green and orange Goop!
not his fault. i have to lower my expectations of being treated in a special way the way i WANT to be treated.
Goddess knows she set herself up for that but you know what i always say......it is a pain in the ass to suffer from an incurable case of HOPE.
*claps hands*
"that's it kids! Pity party is over. nothin' to see here!"
Goddess.
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May 17, 2009
Non-Custodial Parent relief my arse!
Once again, I am faced with another Sunday on a 1st and 3rd weekend.
My son leaves for his fathers in the late afternoon of saturday and I pick him up on the early evening of Sunday.
some folks would say that I should be happy to have the time off but what most people don't realize is that the time my son is at his fathers house , I have barely enough time to think let alone, try to get all of the things that I have neglected over the past 2 weeks and get the rest that I so badly need to catch up on.
I slept in this morning until 10am. I then went to cut the front lawn. It is now noon and I am sitting here at my computer, looking at a living room with all the shit on the floor swept into a pile by the patio door, three loads of laundy to do and 1 load of towels.
As I turn my head to the left and look behind me, I see a kitchen that is just begging for attention. I have two bathrooms that I just shut the door on most days because they are at the bottom of a monumental list.
No time for myself pisses me off. I am stretched beyond what should be allowed for single parents.
This is not how single parenting should be. That is why it is better to raise a child together and equally, even if you are not together anymore.
I watched a little TV last night read a little of a new book I would love to finish sometime in the next century and hit the sack.
Now I have weeds to pull on my patio and the laundry and the kitchen and the tv room. did I forget to mention the tv room. Jeezus Mary Mother of God.
That is another nightmare.
I want to say f*ck it and head on out to the movies but I know this stuff needs to get done.
Bad thing is that I only have 4.5 hours left in my day to get anything done because I have to leave my house to head downtown to pick up my son by 5pm.
I have a frriend , a lovely friend, Kathy who caught me and called me on my sh*t by recognizing that I never ask for help, so now I have to allow her to help me because I am at a level of overwhelm where I want to say "fuck it" all the time. She is right.
I will ask for help.
I can ask for help.
There are so many things that i just give up on.
Oh yeah... I CAN do Algebra *thanks Terrie*
correcction... 4.25 hours now.
Goddess
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My son leaves for his fathers in the late afternoon of saturday and I pick him up on the early evening of Sunday.
some folks would say that I should be happy to have the time off but what most people don't realize is that the time my son is at his fathers house , I have barely enough time to think let alone, try to get all of the things that I have neglected over the past 2 weeks and get the rest that I so badly need to catch up on.
I slept in this morning until 10am. I then went to cut the front lawn. It is now noon and I am sitting here at my computer, looking at a living room with all the shit on the floor swept into a pile by the patio door, three loads of laundy to do and 1 load of towels.
As I turn my head to the left and look behind me, I see a kitchen that is just begging for attention. I have two bathrooms that I just shut the door on most days because they are at the bottom of a monumental list.
No time for myself pisses me off. I am stretched beyond what should be allowed for single parents.
This is not how single parenting should be. That is why it is better to raise a child together and equally, even if you are not together anymore.
I watched a little TV last night read a little of a new book I would love to finish sometime in the next century and hit the sack.
Now I have weeds to pull on my patio and the laundry and the kitchen and the tv room. did I forget to mention the tv room. Jeezus Mary Mother of God.
That is another nightmare.
I want to say f*ck it and head on out to the movies but I know this stuff needs to get done.
Bad thing is that I only have 4.5 hours left in my day to get anything done because I have to leave my house to head downtown to pick up my son by 5pm.
I have a frriend , a lovely friend, Kathy who caught me and called me on my sh*t by recognizing that I never ask for help, so now I have to allow her to help me because I am at a level of overwhelm where I want to say "fuck it" all the time. She is right.
I will ask for help.
I can ask for help.
There are so many things that i just give up on.
Oh yeah... I CAN do Algebra *thanks Terrie*
correcction... 4.25 hours now.
Goddess
This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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