How hard it is sometimes to live the life you have. to embrace the day you that is.
i can not hold my son any more today. his constant climbing on me, even as i seek escape in written words is the straw that is breaking this camels back today. He hasn't done anything wrong.
"Son, you have to get off of me!" "now! Get down! you HAVE to do something else!"
"mommy's right here" he cries.
even as it tugs on my heart strings it makes me so angry I want to smash something into the wall.
now i have to wash all the clean socks.
"why don't you go get your milk" I suggest.
"I poured it into the basket."
sure enough. there is the empty cup on the floor.
"what basket? show me. where?"
"the blue basket. that one, there. oh, no!"
i reach into the sock basket, where he points. all clean, matched and wrapped together. all our socks. damp.
"thank you for showing me."
i can't deal with that tonight.
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