tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post4891210723200466696..comments2023-07-27T07:23:11.765-07:00Comments on Yarning to Write: Lie lie lie...Amy Lanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04885706951931450373noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-89076085844867372852007-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:002007-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00Today the world may win but tomorrow and tomorrow ...Today the world may win but tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow you will win. Your children are growing into responsible, loving people who will make great parents someday. Your students are taking in what you are teaching by example and there are more on the good side of the balance than on the shitty side. That mother will get the kind of kid she deserves and so will you. So, go ahead and let the family know that you are bone dry and need some nourishment. Let them care for you. It's important for them to know that you are not an inexhaustable well of goodness. It's hard for moms to let others care for them but more than anyone else, they need it. Good energy and positive glowing thoughts are on their way across the country to you.Donna Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07877384848664758611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-6491317933292702062007-12-02T01:02:00.000-08:002007-12-02T01:02:00.000-08:00i don't have kids and there are days when I feel l...i don't have kids and there are days when I feel like this? Marriage anyone? Oh yeah, that. Some days it sucks and some days it's freaking marvellous. <BR/><BR/>Swings and round abouts my dear. Swings and roundabouts. <BR/><BR/>Hugs.Bellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01961733332080072331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-9258134699588068652007-12-01T19:44:00.000-08:002007-12-01T19:44:00.000-08:00Sometimes the only way through is.....through. Kee...Sometimes the only way through is.....through. Keep on slogging and know that we hear you. There are a whole lot of us out here nodding our heads and saying, "Amen!"NeedleTarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13918009777760522295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-53135296445067319252007-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:002007-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:00I so understand - the days I can;t open my mouth w...I so understand - the days I can;t open my mouth without shouting - but then something will happen and I'll see the Goddess in the stars or in the sleeping children or my mate (or a big block of chocolate ) - you need sleep. a massage and a bath with bubbles - and a glass (or so) or wine - not necessarily in that order!TinkingBellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05424679933020998879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-40086698137179852052007-12-01T10:39:00.000-08:002007-12-01T10:39:00.000-08:00Nobody does everything at once. Nobody. Everybod...Nobody does everything at once. Nobody. Everybody needs a break once in a while. There's no shame in taking one. It's good for T to do the dishes and realize that he won't always be thanked for taking care of the chores in the home he lives in. When he's a grown up, no one's going to thank him for taking care of himself. <BR/>PArents are often delusional. And while you can't look that mother in the face and tell her what a worthless piece of shit her kid is, you can nod, smile and say "I'll do what I can." knowing all the while you already have. Fuck the rest of it. Take care of yourself. Go for your walk a little earlier. Take your knitting with you and stop in a park. Knit for a while free of the lap ornaments that scream your name. Reconnect with yourself and the world, and then go home. You'll be ok Shannon. Just don't forget to breathe.The Lady in Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03934469984253018328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-59113892823155442872007-12-01T09:05:00.000-08:002007-12-01T09:05:00.000-08:00The world wins a lot around here, too. Everywhere,...The world wins a lot around here, too. Everywhere, probably - even those people that APPEAR to be doing well all have days where they come home and can't possibly face another round of dishes and laundry. Dear God - WHEN WILL IT ALL END?! That said, I laughed and laughed at this post (not AT you, perhaps not even WITH you, but at me, because this is what I sound like all the time!) And also because you are very, very funny. <BR/><BR/>Hope the next day is better!MadMadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11550335108031470562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-4046114978843033012007-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:002007-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00That woman, with four kids, a perfect hairdo and n...That woman, with four kids, a perfect hairdo and never looking frazzled? Her high powered job may allow her to hire a full time live in nanny, a housekeeper and a personal assistant, but she doesn't have time with her kids, nor does she get to teach her kids her values (just someone elses). so you are doing 4 people's jobs, plus the one you get paid for - you need a bit of time off I'd say.Louizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05691100508790921779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-72970344200622651782007-12-01T07:55:00.000-08:002007-12-01T07:55:00.000-08:00My dear, you ARE a fighter. The fact that you can...My dear, you ARE a fighter. The fact that you can't reach every single being in your classes, regardles of the complex turmoil going on in the rest of their lives would be a shrug and a, "Oh well." to anyone with less heart than you have. If I were there, I would give you a good backrub and just charge you up with love and energy. I would also like to give you a day at home with your beloved and take the kids away somewhere, but I'm awful with kids, and would traumatize them all so thouroughly that you could hold me as a threat over their heads till they turn 60. ("If you try to put me in that crappy nursing home, I'll call Roxie to come and deal with you!")<BR/><BR/>That woman who does it all perfectly? There are days when you are her. And on the other hand,there are women with less on the plate than you have, who drown their kids and check into the local funny farm for the rest of their lives. You are normal. You are OK. <BR/><BR/>Are things better this morning? What can we do to nourish your spirit and help fill that sucked-dry place? Every so often, YOU deserve to be the center of the universe.roxiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14916948065233137971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038815217243908035.post-73789455932192436762007-12-01T04:57:00.000-08:002007-12-01T04:57:00.000-08:00It sounds like you have a severe case of overload....It sounds like you have a severe case of overload. I don't know any woman (no matter how perfect they appear) that hasn't felt that bone weariness and "Mom" fatigue. The wonder is that we get up and do it day after day. Hang in there and please know you aren't perfect but you are awesome!Galadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09246042661575565455noreply@blogger.com