Fucking hell.
I am in hell.
Will someone please just come and kiss me on the forehead and tell me they like me just the way i am.
I am so tired. I am tired of the "i don't like it when you..."
"The problem with you is..."
"What you need to change is..."
"You're biggest problem is..."
Shane, being the optimist, keeps calling me encouragingly and telling me this is the best week of my life.
I have four beautiful children who are well liked, socially adept, loved. Teachers tell me they can see it. It's my greatest accomplishment. Yet, i get no acknowledgement.
I have suddenly become "the crazy one." I don't like it.
It is not the best week of my life. Possibly the worst.
I am trudging through. Two more doctor appointments to go.
I think i can. I think i can.
Posted by Jess at 10:54 PM Permalink

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Sorry it sucks, but I'm glad you're still here to go through it. See, there's always a silver lining.
By the way, if the kids' teachers say they can see that the kids are doing well, isn't that acknowledgement? They're probably one of the best sources of acknowledgement in how the kids are doing since they spend so much time with them.
Posted by Flippy | March 22, 2007 03:17 AM