I’ve been feeling all out of whack lately. This happens periodically where I feel so dissatisfied with everything and everyone in my life. I hate that.

My son is driving me absolutely batty. Seems he’s hit adolescent in all its glory. The mouth on that kid is about to get him locked away in his room for years. It gets so frustrating to deal with and I’m constantly dealing with it. And then the grade thing…he’ll be doing perfectly fine and then, pow, a D on a test. The kid isn’t D material at all. “It was haaarrrdddd” which roughly translates into “I didn’t study”. So, now the gamecube is banned. Thing is, he’ll loose his trip to Scotland if he doesn’t pull it together by January (when rehearsals begin). And finally, we’ve gotten our first “prince can’t seem to behave himself in class’ notice. The little shit….told me how he knew how to behave and starting a new school he was going to use that as a fresh start. Wouldn’t hassle teachers…wouldn’t talk out in class….wouldn’t act bored and disinterested (even if he was). Old habits die hard, I suppose.

That kid wears me out. I love him to death but I am so done with being his parent.

I though my 5 days in Dallas would recharge me. And it did…but the recharge only lasted about a day. I’ve got to figure out how to get a break more often because I’m close to cracking.

Wah wah, poor me. On a cheerier note, the princess just gave me a love letter. As in I Love You MOM on a piece of paper specially delivered right smack on my keyboard. Thank heavens! At least with a four year age gap between kids, the prince should be on his way to civilized long about the time the princess hits impossible. One kid at a time is nice, 8 years of adolescent will be my downfall. I’m failing after only 6 months.

Have I complained enough yet? Letsee. Work? Yep; Kids? Yep; Husband? Nope, not yet. I’m sure I could think of something. But alas, I’ll stop and post this and get back to work.