Crappy. Crappy. Crappo.
That was today. I hurt. Bad. Tear-inducing bad.
ButterBoy? ROTTEN. So rotten I had to call The Husband home from work to come and get him cause he was acting so vile.
On the other hand, Lil Guy was my superhero. He got me water. Stroked my hair and said, “Don’t worry mommy. I will take care of you. It’s going to be okay.” Patted my back. Stuck like glue to me. Was sweet. Didn’t act out at all.
I did manage to go back to work today. For 2.5 hours I sat in my recliner and got about 5 hours worth of work done that I normally accomplish in the office. I should always work from home…
Tomorrow is a new day. I will start fresh with my son who will not be rotten. I will feel better since I have a bad day here and there. It will be okay. It will be okay.
July 13, 2009 at 11:06 pm
((HUGS))
I hope tomorrow is a better day.
July 14, 2009 at 6:54 am
Hope today is better. You are doing too much woman!! How cool that one of your kids could nurture you back. One of mine does, the rest tend to act like Butterboy, freaking out in nasty ways when I feel least able to handle it.
July 14, 2009 at 8:42 am
It WILL get better again.
July 14, 2009 at 8:58 am
I told you to not over do it when you are feeling wonderful!!! Didn’t I tell you? Yes I did. Now take it easy today and you’ll have better days. Relax. That’s an order!
July 14, 2009 at 11:20 am
Linda, Pbbbllllttt…I am not understanding what you speak of…what is this “take it easy” thing you tell me about?
July 14, 2009 at 9:19 am
I still think we should start a Pain Club under a quilt… but I hope I’ll be revoking your membership- AND mine- REAL soon
July 14, 2009 at 12:42 pm
I hope today is better…it WILL be better!