One child lost his Social Security benefits (but didn’t lose his disability) and the appeal has been going on for 6 months. We need to plan his future and get him a driver’s license and teach him how to balance a checkbook.
The next one, the off-the-charts brilliant one, is putting in minimal effort, getting mediocre grades and now his teachers are calling me in to discuss behavioral problems in the classroom. I got word this morning that he threw up in his friend’s bunk bed after too much to drink at the Homecoming party.
The third is apparently not having the football season that he needs to have if he’s going to get recruited and can’t afford college without some scholarship money. He’s got a mom flirting with him and potentially sending him boobie-photos.
Get me the fuck out of here.
I want to think about me. I want to read my book, write my memoir, get a massage, and run away to the desert, ALL. BY. MYSELF.
I want to not think about anyone else. I want to paint my nails and think about having another cup of coffee and where I will run.
I don’t want to worry about anyone else. I don’t want to be constantly trying to fix, help, or encourage. I don’t want to brainstorm for another.
Sick of teacher meetings, coach meetings, guidance counselor meetings.
Last night I had to make the choice: Write another letter to the Federal Government, rage against my oh so underachieving child, or find out if there is a sexual predator pursuing my handsome child.
Child being the operative word here.
I chose that one – seemed like the most urgent.
Looks like it was nothing.
So relieved that I completely blew off the others. Figured there was so much shit going on that one more day wouldn’t matter.
Especially when I have no interest in dealing with any of it.
Is there anyone out there who wants to take over for a little while?