I think the only proper way to describe how I’m feeling these days is to say that I am done. DONE. I should probably be mature or maybe poke fun at myself a little, but again, done is pretty much where I’m at.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been busy–so busy that I haven’t been able to keep up the boy’s therapy schedule. There was sickness one week and another week I went out of town for a Blogging/Social Media Conference and now I’m back and . . .
Talking about your kids faults all the time? Sucks.
Talking about how your parenting decisions have made a less-than-perfect child? Sucks.
Feeling like all the advice you get contradicts itself? More suckage.
And feeling not sure that anything is really doing anything anyway? You guessed it.
I’m just burned out and I can tell. Three years of Charlie therapy plus two years of twin therapy means a lot, LOT of therapy.
I could go into all the specifics, but honestly, I’m tired of the whole thing. Tired. Tired.
This is such an inspiring blog post, huh?