It is 1:45 p.m. and as I watch the clock tick away I am wishing the day would slow down. I found that my early afternoons just go by too fast… Then it is 3 p.m. before I know it.
Pick up time. I am not sure what pick up time will hold. So as I watch the clock tick away i feel frustration and sadness flowing over.
God sure knew what He was doing when He made babies first. Cute, cuddly and they smell wonderful. The teenager… I am not sure that phase is even necessary. I am at a loss. My child that was at least happy part of the time is now full time surly, full of attitude, and ugly… hurtful.
I feel like I should send him to his room and just have a food/water machine in his room. I am not equipped to deal with him.
I do remember thinking my parents were dumb. I remember wishing I could be with my friends all day. But I would never voice or show that disrespect out loud. It was all locked up in my head. The one time I did voice back sarcastically, “Yes Ma’am” to my mom, I got slapped across my face and my glasses went flying.
So I am frustrated with knowing how to deal with a child that defies us at every turn. I am frustrated that he does not appreciate the life he has. I am frustrated that he does not understand that his actions have consequences.
I pray that the next sons of mine are not going to be as hard to deal with. I hope that I learn the key to coping with teenage years.
I am overwhelmed with a feeling of stress as I pick him up, knowing a smile is highly unlikely and that I will have done something totally annoying even before I pull up.
Lord Have mercy.