Acci, people might start complaining.

No one escapes life injuries and I think there are plenty to go around here.  So, I favor a grand group hug too!

Don’t hug me.

Who said we even wanted to? 

I just found this out today,and she makes me sick! I will judge her because i know her, she is my aunt. I thought like everyone else did that something bad happened to her all this time. She could have atleast sent her kids something to let them know she was alive.

So, her story is not at all like my own?

MadCarlotta - 27 August 2008 09:01 AM

Who said we even wanted to? 

I’m just blanketing in case it comes up. 

*hugs Huli*
*doesn’t hug Maegan*

This will probably sound horrible…But I have sat in my living room while my children scream, cry, and throw tantrums and be totally tempted to call my mother, drop them off & drive away.

When my husband comes home at the end of his day & just wants to relax…I am still busy.  My “job” doesn’t get stopped by a clock or paid in cash.  When the frustration of nothing going right…numberless tired nights waking up to change diapers, find pacifiers, and take a kid that should be old enough to do it alone by now to the bathroom all starts to build…it can topple in a horrible & swift way.

But then I think, “Crap, can I really trust my mother and my HUSBAND to do all this child rearing without totally and unmercifully scarring my children for LIFE?”  NO.  And I let the little sweethearts cry their eyes out in another room while I turn up the television for a few minutes of fake peace!

With a bunch of kids (some turning into teenagers)...I can totally see how a person would lost their mind & think they would be better off starting over.  Not that I think it’s OKAY.  But I can absolutely see how a person can get to that point.

Tho I do not smoke the “Mary Jane” anymore, I feel like you may need a ‘hit’ Maegan.
Unless you are so overcome with children, that you are breast feeding.

PS: Your hubby is a jerk for not helping out even in the slightest.
I am going to assume he is the money maker of the family. Yet, free time must be spared. It may be his time off work… but when exactly is your free time?

I am assuming a lot…. I’ll shut up now.

I proof read my post and felt it was arrogant, ignorant and stupid to say… but I did say it anyways.

Maegan, I can appreciate well how you must feel more frequently than you would even let others know.  Before I lost my children I remember one event where I really had to step away.  My oldest who was then 3-1/2 years got into the baking cocoa in the kitchen, had added water to it and was busy ‘finger-painting-mud-pies.  I was attending to his younger brother’s diapers and his little sister was moving about as well before I found him.  The kitchen was ripe with the fragrance of chocolate and bathed in it…and he had it all over him. 

Since that was not the only thing happening at the same time, all I could do was holler and walked out the back door and yard to cool off.  I knew, of course, that I couldn’t stay where my children were not in sight (nor did I really want to even though I wanted to also remember what it was like to just be ‘Becky’), but I also knew I had to cool down.  In a very short bit, after taking a LOT of breaths, I went back inside. 

There was my little boy looking quietly innocent but the ‘smoking-gun’ chocolate was still a dead give-away.  I walked over to him, smiled, dipped my fingers into the chocolate spread over the table and started to happily squeeze it between my own fingers and then we started painting each other, hair and all.  He had a giggly spiked chocolate hairdo and enjoyed having it coiffed.  I think we played for a good while before I finally guided him to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm water and turned him back into a reguar little boy again.  Funny how every time he saw that can of cocoa he wanted to repeat the fun yet again.

My older sister is now raising three of her grandchildren.  I hear them hollering in the background every night when we chat and her scolding them back again.  I often wonder, at her age how she can manage it all and then I also realize that she raised us kids when she was just a child herself, then her own four, and now her grandchildren .... she has never known any other kind of life.  If those grandchildren were removed from her life she would wither and turn to ashes…............