I can't make my daughter do her homework tonight. I'm not up to it. The wrangling and cajolling and fighting and misery. I just can't do it. I was out returning ALL the clothes I spent hours buying for her on Sunday. She wouldn't try on one thing.
The coat I thought would do for this year too is apparently too tight now, though the next size up is too big. So now as well as no clothes... no coat. That she'd wear it last year was her one saving grace. She wore jeans then, too... she's going to be astoundingly cold this year.
The Occupational Therapist called today while I was out trudging round the shopping centre, returning things and fending off her demands for chocolate. An appointment for this week, thank god.
Not that it will help with the homework and evil.
I'm too tired. I can't do it. She's losing more and more ground, and I'm too tired to fight about Irish and try not to take her scathing insults and bitching personally. I'm too tired to do the thing you're meant to do and keep calm through the abuse and railing.
I can't do it. I give up, tonight. I give up. I care, but not enough to fight her own self destruction. Or mine. There are no heroes in this house, no strength at all.
The coat I thought would do for this year too is apparently too tight now, though the next size up is too big. So now as well as no clothes... no coat. That she'd wear it last year was her one saving grace. She wore jeans then, too... she's going to be astoundingly cold this year.
The Occupational Therapist called today while I was out trudging round the shopping centre, returning things and fending off her demands for chocolate. An appointment for this week, thank god.
Not that it will help with the homework and evil.
I'm too tired. I can't do it. She's losing more and more ground, and I'm too tired to fight about Irish and try not to take her scathing insults and bitching personally. I'm too tired to do the thing you're meant to do and keep calm through the abuse and railing.
I can't do it. I give up, tonight. I give up. I care, but not enough to fight her own self destruction. Or mine. There are no heroes in this house, no strength at all.
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That sounds awful. Maybe you need to ask someone for help, for both your sakes.
Best of luck.
Yes. You need help, Jo. I don't know where it could come from but you have to find some well of reserve for yourself. You are too thinly worn through. Oh honey! I'm so sorry!
Ohhh, Jo. I hope you wake up feeling better.
You never know what another day, armed with more energy, will bring.
Hopefully some respite.
Ohhh, Jo. I hope you wake up feeling better.
You never know what another day, armed with more energy, will bring.
Hopefully some respite.
Some respite, then more shite, which is kind of how it tends to go.
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