I have so many thoughts that go rattling through this brain of mine that never come to fruition.
Can you inherit ADHD from your kids? No, scratch that. I don’t have the H. Because if I did I might be able to accomplish something instead of wanting to crawl back into bed because I’m always tired.
Why is my kid stuck? Will he ever get unstuck? Right now he’s sitting in a chair in his room staring at the walls. Nice. Good use of God’s gifts.
Tim hasn’t had much work in a while. I’m not freaking out. Really. I like having him home. REALLY. No, seriously. I do. But I’d like it better if we were independently wealthy.
I know why I like Tim home. M doesn’t argue with every.single.word.I.say when daddy is home.
Is 30 minutes after he gets up too early to send my kid back to his room? Really? ‘Cause that’s what I did, therapist’s orders. Seriously.
It’s going to be 60 degrees here today. nanny nanny boo boo (How in the world do you spell that?)
Received a 52-page report from the state investigating my mom’s death. Seriously. 52 pages. I knew there was a reason I watched all those law/cop shows all these years.
Is disconnecting from your kid really bad? I have a whole post on that but I’m too lazy (tired, frustrated, irritable, pick an adjective) to write it.