
It has really been quite a week. I'm trying to help my youngest, Margaret get a car. It won't be much of a car, since this will be her 3rd one. But it's one she can hopefully afford to pay me back on every paycheck and it will get her back and forth to work and school. She's back home with me, and let me tell you, (since she won't be reading this too! :)) she and I are so much alike, it is so hard for us to get along! Plus I am pretty set in my ways and have been living by myself. And we all know how we get living by ourselves. Only clean up after ourselves, don't have to come in and blame anyone BUT outselves if something is out of place. Well, we all know we don't live in a perfect world and so...things are not going to be as I feel it should when someone else is in the house. So, I'm dealing with that. My son is so lost in life. He's 22 and still just doesn't seem to be able to get it together. He's a good kid, I still can't call him a man yet cause he doesn't have responsibility like a man should have to be called a man, but he's good, he just needs to make up his mind to get direction and succeed and persue it. My oldest, she is having problems in her marriage. To much like the problems I dealt with when I was married to her dad and my 2nd husband. I don't want to see her marriage break up, but I don't want to see her in a bad marriage either just to stay thinking it will change, which it won't unless her husb admits he has a problem, or to stay in for financial needs. My grandaughters don't need to stay in a home life like that either. I did that to much to my own when they were growing up and I realize now how sooner I should have bailed. Please if anybody is reading this, say a prayer for my children.
Today, which I say today cause it's 2 am, I'm off and after I finish in my yard, I had wanted to ride my motorcycle, but the battery is dead and I may have to buy another one. So, no riding. Maybe it'll be warm and I can lay in the pool, of course after I clean it! and just relax. Maybe.
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