I’m going to
start a support group for the parents of teenagers.
Why is this
shit so hard?
Why am I
banging my head against the wall week after week; saying the same shit all the
time?
Trying to
help this person that I brought into the world…it’s abso-fucking-lutely
maddening. It’s having your soul sucked
through a coffee-stirrer. It’s water torture.
What is the
problem with just doing what you’re supposed to do?
Do the
work.
Turn it in.
Dress for gym.
What’s the problem?
My worst fear
(besides the obvious) is that I will leave this period of my children’s life
completely insane. I’ll be insane and
they’ll be just fine. They’ll be going
about their business and guess what?
They’ll be visiting me in the institution.
If you want to join the support group, call me: 1-800-RU-CRAZY
Happy Wednesday.
