There are days where the world and all that’s in it seem colorless and dull. Days where it’s stormy and chaotic. Days upon days where it feels never ending and stressful, painful just to exist.
So this happened: my daughter got her heart broken by her Internet boyfriend.
As a woman, and a mom in particular, I find it hard to do absolutely nothing. Sitting on the couch and vegging out is really hard. I want to multitask. I NEED to multitask.
“Great minds, kid.”
I asked my daughter if she could help me move a shelving unit into the house. I had gotten one from my mom and knew I could never move it by myself. It was awkward and tall.
My son's advancement to first grade means both my children have homework most nights. And, people, I am telling you now, I am having trouble.
How much are you already failing at school? I'm at about a 60 percent these day. But have faith, I'll be pulling 20 percent in no time.
Last night, when I inquired about homework, my son quickly said he didn't have any and tried to hide his homework folder so I couldn't look inside. Naturally, this rang alarm bells.
I have a wonderful opportunity next week to speak to a group of mostly retired women and some men.