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That same thought has passed through my head as we're coping with our son's mis-steps of late, if you want to call it that. Never mind, I didn't want the responsibility of being a parent anyhow.
But that'd be too easy. Life sometimes stinks, and mine sure does, at least a tiny bit. Or I can say our son's life stinks, but that'd be ugly, even though I sort of mean it. He's dealing with it and that's a plus, especially considering sometimes kids are so rebellious that facing up to indiscretions isn't always attended to.
That said, I spent the day a bit frazzled, cleaning and throwing away things that had sticky emotions attached to it. You know how you hear that when items in your house make you uncomfortable, no matter what they are, need to be tossed or given away. I think that's just plain good sense. So I washed more curtains, the girls hung them out and I hung up some different ones to give a bit of pizazz to different spots. I got rid of broken and torn things that'll never get repaired, and just junk that's been passed on to us. Felt good. More tomorrow, I'm hoping. Rain's coming on Friday, I heard, and will get more things hung out tomorrow.
Not the way I intended my Spring Break to flow. I was going to be creative and silly. Unfortunately, I'm subdued and hurt. Raising kids when they're small and under your roof 24 hours a day is a tough job, but when they begin to grow their wings and you can't watch them all the time, it's downright mind blowing.
