One goddamn thing after another...
Nov. 7th, 2003 07:54 pmI have got to start meditating more. It is almost impossible because of my being innately highstrung coupled with the ADHD. But I get angry at work. I have no patience for the customers calling in and it takes an enormous amount of concentration and self control to be pleasant to them. I swear I want to answer the phone, "This is Marilyn Gerber. What the *FUCK* could you possible want now?" I have actually answered through my teeth at them. I wonder if they can hear it. My son has been making a consistantly poor choice to not do his homework at the YMCA after school, and so the 2 hours he is home before bedtime, he dawdles and avoids completion of the assignments. I have tried getting him up at 6 -6 30 am. This is ridiculous. He needs to snap out of it soon. We have tried rewards, and still do (although we are having to search harder and harder for something to reward. He has been grounded from his measly hour and a half of tv and game boy a week that he earned with his grades. He is a bright boy. He speaks 3 languages by the age of 9. He is clever and witty, and sweet to the core, which is why I am so fucking tired of being angry with him. I hate the choices he is making ( much like my parents hated mine) and am often so releived when he goes to bed. I keep thinking he will get tired of living this way soon and stop. Or, he could snap out of it around age 28 like I did. Jesus. My grandmother that lived with my sister that died in August is down to 85 pounds. She is awake 2 hours total a day, usually at midnight when there is noone visiting. She is not eating or drinking her milk. She wants to die. She has for a while. I just pray she has peace. She has outlived both her children and one grandchild. I cannot fathom what that must do to a woman. My brother lives there and my nephew visits about every 2 weeks. We are thinking about going up for Thanksgiving, but I cannot get the time off. Karen can, but is torn between not wanting to see her this way and knowing that if we were dying, Grandma would be right at our side. She has wanted to die for about 20 years now, and the death watch is getting tedious and emotionally draining. I pushed many people away while I was dealing with Linda's dying and my mourning after she was gone. I didn't go out, didn't want to talk on the phone. Now I am ready and am so stressed and busy, I have not been able to. This has to get easier soon.