Thursday, May 22, 2008
waiting
Like most days, I'm waiting for my husband to come home and rescue me. The time seems to go so slowly. It is around 4:30 that I consider becoming an alcoholic. The kids are tired and hungry and loud. But I don't bother making a drink. I think about the morning time and how early I wake up, and the energy I will need to get me through with 3 kids 4 and under, and I say it's not worth it. I do drink on occasion though, just not 'til the little ones are in bed.
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Oh, sweet,sweet child of mine. Tread lightly and carefully. Just saying, I love you and worry. You are strong, but it is ok to give in to weakness. Just look for and find the safest refuge. In you DH arms, in meditation, in God. The least destructive outlet is my fervent hope for you.
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