Is love really enough?
That question has been on my mind lately. We are taught "love can conquer all". But can it? In my life love has come and gone. Some loves have stayed with me stronger than others and some left as quickly as they came. Then you must ask...was it really love to begin with? Love is a delicate word with not so fragile outcomes and meanings. It shouldn't be tossed around. It should be considered thoroughly before being decided upon. I feel like it is often mistaken for other emotions and we think it is love. Well, that has been my personal experience anyway.
Okay, enough deep thought for this post. What the frig is wrong with people's driving skill or should I say lack of? I know a big part of the problem...cell phones. Nine times out of ten if someone is driving like a moron they are either texting or chatting it up behind the wheel. Sure, it's a great place to catch up but driving and multitasking don't go hand in hand. Driving and paying (pay attention...pahhlease) attention do. Hampton roads, you should try it.
Did you ever just finish cleaning the kitchen to a spotless review and five minutes later you walk in to see dishes in the sink and crumbs on the counter? It's called having children and it is friggin' annoying! It is equally annoying when you finish the laundry and five minutes later there is a hamper of dirty clothes staring at you in the laundry room. Also children.
Sometimes, when I am in the heat of an almost "they're gonna have to come take me away" moment there are so many thoughts swirling in my cluttered mind and all I can focus on is that I have gained a ahem...few pounds and my fat now hangs over my jeans. Ten pounds ago it didn't. Ten pounds ago I wasn't this stressed either. Everything seems exaggerated (including my ass). By this I mean there are so many underlying big issues that small ones creep up mid-argument and roar out of my mouth like an angry lion. I swear I can't help it. All these little things over the last five years come into my current thoughts and I get pissed off at them all over again. And I explode. Alan and I are two of the most stubborn people I have ever met. I am not sure who holds title to it but what a nasty competition.
Speaking of combo's...Jake's diagnosis finally came in, just today. One month I had to wait. A four diagnosis combo pack is what he has, written in blah blah blah Doctor terms. What I got out of it is this: Dear mom of Jacob, your road to raising Jacob will be long and hard. Sucks to be you. We did a bunch of testing which says he is very intelligent but a part of his brain won't allow him to focus long enough to give a flying eff about what is going on. He'll be onto the next thing that pops into his head and the next and the next. He will have random outbursts and emotional distresses that he can't control and neither can you. Negative consequences must be learned over time, cause he just ain't gonna get them now. His brain won't let him. Let's medicate him!
My response: (in my mind)
Dear Doc's,
Me and God? Yeah, we got this one covered.
Love,
Ang
I don't know how else to get through it but prayer and God. Well, the occasional glass of wine doesn't hurt, of course.
Do yourselves a favor and don't judge people. You never know what is going on in their world. Peace out.
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