Ah, yes... I can recall the days when I had stuff to blog about, and would blog frequently. And I would visit blogs, and people would visit mine, and we'd all have a jolly old time!
Those were simpler times.
Times before... teenagers.
I love my kids more than anything (of course, one of them disagrees and is pretty sure I hate him and my sole purpose on this earth is to ruin his life... so in return he has told me to my face that he wants nothing more than to make me miserable) but my GOD they drain every last bit of energy, emotion, imagination right out of me.
Oh, and I've ruined his life.
And, he's miserable because of me.
Did I mention he's unhappy and depressed, and it's all my fault?
This has been going on for MONTHS. I used to feel guilty, but I'm over it.
I used to have to walk on eggshells before I moved out here (in fact, it's one of the reasons I moved), now it seems like I'm walking on them again. I'm not treading so lightly this time, but still....
Ok, I'm done venting. Sorry. Maybe my next post will be happier, but the summer is just starting.
BTW, my other teenager is being much more respectful to me and still likes me. I just need to point that out.