I remember losing it … really losing it… when I had babes. I always called it postpartum. It seemed to get worse with each baby. After Josh I sought help because the rage I felt scared me. I have talked about this before. I thought I was over the worst of it.<\/p>\n
Tonight… I felt that rage. I felt crazy and scared. My mom has been visiting and catching up on my laundry. I so appreciate it.
Yet I still need to sort and makes piles and then the boys help me put away. The huge mass of laundry over took me tonight.
I have been feeling anxious over it. Tomorrow my in-laws are coming. It is a huge pile on the dining room table. HUGE.<\/p>\n
I have been feeling it overtake me. I told the boys that we can have fun but when we get home we all have to put it away. I am not sure what my son does not get about respect. I am not sure what I have done wrong. He is SO disrespectful. He has no qualms about consequences. I am still shaking from feeling crazy.<\/p>\n I remember we always KNEW when my dad was going to lose it. It was a no brainer. There were always signs. Me becoming crazy… there are signs. I even voice my impending craziness.<\/p>\n It scared everyone. They all seem to know it behave… or at least be a little afraid of me. Everyone works quietly and quickly. No complaining.<\/p>\n We always are warned of the raging hormones of teens. My kids know … mommy has raging hormones too. There are signs when it is that time.<\/p>\n I feel like crap. I feel anger that my child seems to have no sense to talk foolishness.<\/p>\n I would have been _____less! My child does not care. Where have I gone wrong? Please tell me!<\/p>\n Crazy. I am feeling like the craziness in my family didn’t go to far. <\/p>\n I am so appreciative that I have thoughtful sons too. I appreciate the unconditional love that is showered despite my looney tune ways.<\/p>\n I am not sure what next. But I do know that I have laid it down in no uncertain terms. DISRESPECT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED TOWARDS ME OR ANYONE. If you do not have something nice then zip it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I remember losing it … really losing it… when I had babes. I always called it postpartum. It seemed to get worse with each baby. After Josh I sought help because the rage I felt scared me. I have talked … Continue reading
(We went to see Night at the Museum <\/span><\/span>and dinner) to celebrate Father’s Day before we do the family thing.<\/p>\n