It's not nearly enough to say "exhausted." I'm like so totally way beyond that point. Alex has turned into a three year old. She all but wraps herself around my knee insisting I pull her everywhere I go. When I came out of the shower this morning she was holding my towel. No wait. Truthfully she was wrapped - in her pajamas - in my towel.
Alex has turned into a big fat fucking crybaby too. She cried begging me to skip work and just come home. "Why, what's wrong?" "Nothing," she says. "I just want you to come heat me up soup and sit with me while I eat it." Is she fucking kidding me? Except she's not kidding at all.
Yeah. So how's your day going?
The bitterest girl in the neighborhood,
Sam
1 comment:
This is so tough...Alex sounds like my 11 year old daughter when things bad happen to her...you're the parental figure to her, but you're not a parent...you're doing a good job, we all get frustrated in these situations...hang in there, I hope she feels better soon and by extension you too.
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