Blackmail or Under the Influence?

What makes someone choose chaos in their life? What makes someone choose repeatedly a person who has no reguard for anyone but themselves over others who love them and will support them?

I don't understand how someone who is mean, careless, selfish, hateful, rude, mentally unstable, let's just call it psychotic ... how can someone like this get their way all the time? How can they run all over loving, innocent people and no one ever say ENOUGH!

It must be blackmail ... or someone is being drugged to let this horrible person ruin the lives of innocent, godly, hardworking people.

Lord, bless the hearts of those I write about. Father, help them see they are making everything worse by allowing this behavior to continue, as well as harboring it and nurturing it. Father, give me the words or show me the actions needed to help heal and better this situation if indeed I can.

My Own Words Haunt Me

As of last Wednesday, August 13, I began physical therapy for intense pain I've been having in my lower back.

The first day went well. I felt sore that night but the next day I was phenomenally better. Then I went back on Friday. It was not as fun any more.

She makes me use muscles I don't have. My legs, my backside, my tummy ... my moosles don't work that way. And that night, I hurt and ached very much. The next day I felt even worse.

I told Mark last night, while I was actually feeling very well, that I didn't know if I would go back. He didn't miss a beat and reminded me of how I "encouraged" Trinity to continue her therapy for her broken arm last summer ... even though it was not fun and it was very uncomfortable for her.

Argh! He can't remember a 5 item grocery list for 15 minutes but he can pull that out of his hat from a year ago???? Not fair.

I Have Something For You

A follow up to the last post sort of.

Well, she never ... came up to me and said, "Mommy, I have something for you," followed by a great big hug. He did. I wanted to buy him a pony.

Then, a few days later I told him I wished he had something for me. He said it again, "Mommy, I have something for you."

"You do?" I asked. "What?"

"A change," he replied.

"Change to what?" I inquired.

"Change to my diaper; I have poopy."

Oh my son, you quack me up!!!!!!

If only potting training could be forced. My baby will be 4 next month. I'm ready for a break from diapies.