Tuesday Morning

Not much happening. Brian is at school, Brandon is at work, and I’m not sure where Brad is of course. I heard from him on Sunday night when he sent a text asking if I would pay his cell bill. He then launched into a "pity me" speech that he can’t work or go to school without his truck. It’s only three miles, I walk more than that at work each day. Sympathy runs very thin in my blood right now. I’m still worried about him, miss him, love him and all that, but he’s still nothing but denial and excuses. He’s no longer staying in our neighborhood, he and the boy he was getting high with have both run away to someone else’s home. The beginning of the cycle which ends up with his having nowhere to stay in a week or so, and then he’ll be asking to come home again. He still doesn’t believe I will say no, according to his brothers and what he’s told them. He told Brian he can talk me into anything if he makes me wait a little bit and worry more. He followed that comment with "Dad would have to change the way he does things". Wow, what a conceited little ass I raised. He’ll come around somehow but in one area he is correct. I do sit and worry, but I’m used to that even if it’s not any fun.

Today is income tax time, I finally got the last form I need on Cheryl to file taxes so that will be one more thing accomplished. SUPPOSED to spend the day with Brandon tomorrow, but I know how that goes. I expect him to cancel for one reason or the other before days end. That’s usually what happens; someone else demands his time and I get shoved into the closet again. Ah well, I guess I did the same to my parents when I was young. It’s just a part of life, watching them grow away from you to some degree. Despite the fact that I sometimes feel incidental to his life, he is an excellent young man, and I couldn’t be prouder of him.

About to take something out for supper tonight. I let Brian make chili dogs last night, and I still have indigestion so tonight I decide on dinner. It may be chicken with Pepto Bismol sauce the way my stomach feels right now, lol. It’s kind of a dreary day out, chilly and rainy, so a nice stew sounds good, but I need to look in the freezer and see what I have to work with because I don’t feel like a trip to the store today.

Okay, this entry feels like it was an excuse to put off the housework, so I’m going to go for now and get busy and make the day somewhat productiive.

BOREDOM UPDATE:  Got the trash out, cleaned the front of the house, and made dinner.  Th e stew didn’t work out, so I made smothered steak with rice and gravy along with mixed vegetables.  Then I got a call about  a union meeting tonight which I had forgotten, so about to get ready and hit the road.  I’m the secretary/treasurer, so I’m kind of obligated to be there, especially since all the back stuff precluded me going the last couple of months.  Hope everyone has a great evening.

 

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February 19, 2013

Stay strong! People on drugs can be very manipulative and persuasive!

Enjoy the stew, and the time with your son. Every day is easier when we turn it over to Him above. You will see. Ginny

February 19, 2013

Brad sounds so much Laryssa, I’m glad you see the manipulation going on, so man people are blind to in with their own kids, have a good night, hugs

February 22, 2013