Life and other strangers.....
I can't believe how long it has been since I was able to sit down and write. I think I finally have the baby semi sleeping through the night but my big problem now is kids always on the computer. I can't kick them off because they are doing homework.
So it worked out today because the baby is napping and I am sick of making myself feel guilty because my house doesn't look like something out of house and garden magazine. I need to write more because I have people dumping on me all the time and I need a place to vent for myself. Even if no one reads it. Except me.
Life is hard. Yes, after 45 years of life I have come to this conclusion. At my kid's school one of the boys in my son Jacob's class lost his dad this weekend. Jacob is in fifth grade and this has been a tough one. I saw the wife and I practically lost it myself. To lose the love of your life, so early. I mean you always know that one of you is going to go first but you expect it when you are both in your nineties!!
Let me just say that my hubby is benefiting from this. I have been extra good to him these last few days because this whole thing has made me think real hard about life and the people in it. We just take for granted that the people in our lives will be there every day forever. Then something like this happens and it makes a person think. The humdrum day doesn't seem so bad anymore. The routines don't seem so boring. It is comforting and safe.
Okay, so as a Catholic Christian I do believe that we will be reunited in heaven someday. I hold to Christ's promise of that. Earth is not our home, we are strangers in a strange land, just longing for home. I know that I can't wait until we will spend eternity praising God and just loving each other. No more pain, no more tears. Just joy. But here on earth we miss those who go before us. The ache is there. That hole. And the older I get, the older the people in my life get. And more and more of them are with God. No wonder old people are so confused. You wake up one morning and all of the faces have changed. All whom you knew and loved left before you.
I don't mean to be so depressing. I am actually in a good mood despite the fact that my sixteen year old tried to walk out of this house looking like a tart this morning. All I keep asking myself is: "Where did I go wrong?" I have tried to teach her modesty, but she wants to look like Britney(wanna see me naked) Spears and Jessica (wanna see my boobs) Simpson. Ugh, I have four more daughters to live through. By the time I get to Teresa I will be too old and too tired. She will probably end up as a stripper because of it!
All righty. I have put off housework long enough. Back to the semi real world in which I live.
Can I borrow a cup of Prozac anyone?
So it worked out today because the baby is napping and I am sick of making myself feel guilty because my house doesn't look like something out of house and garden magazine. I need to write more because I have people dumping on me all the time and I need a place to vent for myself. Even if no one reads it. Except me.
Life is hard. Yes, after 45 years of life I have come to this conclusion. At my kid's school one of the boys in my son Jacob's class lost his dad this weekend. Jacob is in fifth grade and this has been a tough one. I saw the wife and I practically lost it myself. To lose the love of your life, so early. I mean you always know that one of you is going to go first but you expect it when you are both in your nineties!!
Let me just say that my hubby is benefiting from this. I have been extra good to him these last few days because this whole thing has made me think real hard about life and the people in it. We just take for granted that the people in our lives will be there every day forever. Then something like this happens and it makes a person think. The humdrum day doesn't seem so bad anymore. The routines don't seem so boring. It is comforting and safe.
Okay, so as a Catholic Christian I do believe that we will be reunited in heaven someday. I hold to Christ's promise of that. Earth is not our home, we are strangers in a strange land, just longing for home. I know that I can't wait until we will spend eternity praising God and just loving each other. No more pain, no more tears. Just joy. But here on earth we miss those who go before us. The ache is there. That hole. And the older I get, the older the people in my life get. And more and more of them are with God. No wonder old people are so confused. You wake up one morning and all of the faces have changed. All whom you knew and loved left before you.
I don't mean to be so depressing. I am actually in a good mood despite the fact that my sixteen year old tried to walk out of this house looking like a tart this morning. All I keep asking myself is: "Where did I go wrong?" I have tried to teach her modesty, but she wants to look like Britney(wanna see me naked) Spears and Jessica (wanna see my boobs) Simpson. Ugh, I have four more daughters to live through. By the time I get to Teresa I will be too old and too tired. She will probably end up as a stripper because of it!
All righty. I have put off housework long enough. Back to the semi real world in which I live.
Can I borrow a cup of Prozac anyone?
posted by Michelle @ 9:59 AM
1 Comments:
At 2:06 PM,
Sudiegirl said…
Prozac takes too long to work. You're better off taking both Zanax and Prozac because the Zanax works for short term and the Prozak gets going about three weeks after that.
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