t.i.r.e.d.

I am tired.

I am hurt.

I am exhauseted from trying.

I just want to be happy.

I just want to be loved.

I just want the security that you will always be here.

I NEED the security that someone will always be here.

I want to quit.

I want to give up.

I can't believe this is happening to me.

I don't deserve it.

I don't know how much more I can take.

I don't know how much more my heart can take.

You are ripping me apart, piece by piece.....

I don't even know who I am anymore.

I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't understand.

I just want to be content. Why is it SO much to freaking ask.

What is wrong with me..................

EXCITED!!

I am SUPER DUPER excited!
Our therapist has set us up with another family that she sees.
They are about our age, and they have a 13 year old son that has Autism/Asperger's.
This probably doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is!
I do not know ANYONE with an Aspie child.
She tells me he has alot in common with my Josh.
He has alot of social skills issues which, in turn, makes it nearly impossible for them to make friends.
So, I am calling the "mom" tomorrow. We will chat. Exchange the boys' phone numbers.
They are going to chat. Hopefully they will hit it off and then we are going to meet for pizza or bowling or something so the boys can hang out and me and "mom" can get some much needed emotional support!
I sooooooo hope that we all CLICK and this is the start of something awesome.
It gets kind of lonely when you have no one that understands what you or your child are going thru.
I have searched and waited for something like this for a very long time.
Keep your fingers crossed for us and I will update soon!!

What's the LAW??

Does anyone know what, or if, there is an actual "law" about raising kids?
I mean, really?
My kids act like I HAVE to do things.
Like I owe them or something?
I carried them around in my stomach for...ok, well around 8 months.
I have the stretch marks.
I have the sun-dried-raisin boobs.
I have the hips.
I CAN PROVE IT.
They say things like: what's for supper mom? (about 3 seconds after I get home from work)
I say: nothing.
They say: You can't do that, it's the law.
Excuse me? I'm not an attorney or anything but I've never read an official "law" that says: You must feed your children 3 home cooked meals a day.
Have you guys seen this?
They say: Well then why do we have to do what YOU tell us to do?
I say: Um, duh, because I own you!?
They say: You can't own people.
I say: The hell I can't!
And all my war wounds are my receipt. Don't cross me or I WILL exchange you for a cuter, quieter, less hungry one.

IF

If you read my blog, at all, ever--could you please leave me a comment so I know?
I'm bout ready to give up :(  I'm getting lonely.

~HAIR~

This was my assignment for LAST week. Sorry I'm late, ladies...
I hate my hair.
Most of us do.
Women complain about their hair constantly.
All of us.
If it's curly, we wish it were straight.
If it's thick, we wish it were thin.
But what people don't realize is just how DANGEROUS hair can be.
I'm not exagerratting here.
Don't laugh, it's true.
I have EXTREMELY thick hair.
I call it "horse hair".
TONS of it.
I don't know how I have so much because it falls out constantly.
That's right people, just like a dog, I shed all year round....
There is MY hair on everything.
I mean, really, just stop and think about how much damage one hair can do!
You get a wonderful meal that your tummy has been patiently waiting for....
It looks YUMM-O.....
You lick your lips, pick up your fork, and BAM-----HAIR in your food.
Meal ruined.
Tummy pissed off.
Take today, for example.....
Sitting at work, coworker in my office....
ITCHY back. I mean SERIOUS itch.
Right in the middle.
Can't reach it.
Look like a hormonal monkey TRYING to reach it.
I put lotion on this morning! WTF.
Get home, take shirt off, HAIR stuck on my bra.
Do you see my point here, that ONE stupid hair ruined my ENTIRE day.
My hair is SO annoying, so thick and tough.
It could literally strangle a toddler if manipulated the right way!
My hair could MURDER someone and I wouldn't even know it!
Ok, so you get my point here.
Quit complaining about your hair and realize just how DANGEROUS this situation is.
I say that we all ban together, pull a Brittney and shave our heads.
All the men do it, so why can't we?
Good luck, and PLEASE be careful!