It’s mindboggling how fast life can go to hell in a handbasket. No matter what you planned, life is life and you have to roll with the punches. As they say, if your life doesn’t have ups and downs then you’re dead. That is true but why, oh why, when something good happens is the happiness so short-lived? For example, today I woke up with the roosters in order to test drive a Mercedes which I will be getting next week after everything is finalized. I’m happy but I will wait till I actually have the keys in my hands to do the cartwheel.
On a side note, the word ‘car keys’ actually takes me back to high school in the 80′s. A friend of mine was trying to impress some guy with her flawless dance moves at the senior party but when she slipped on her car keys the moment was over. To this day, whenever I am about to break it on down, I make sure my keys are nowhere in sight – and you can always count on me to break it on down. I’ve led such a cultured life. Okay, back to the point at hand.
We had just signed the papers, left and we were pulling into our garage, we were getting a call from my son’s school that he was totally uncooperative and needed to be picked up immediately so we left again. My stomach is always in knots when I get a call from the school. I never know what he might do next. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my child was going to act so unruly. What on earth did I do to make him like that? I would like to ask Aleister Crowley’s mom the same thing. Luckily I don’t think I am dealing with anything quite like that but it does go to show that sometimes even a parent’s best plans fall through. I keep praying that eventually he will straighten out but he gets worse each year. I am desperate here. Desperate I tell you.
I have loved my children with all my heart and done the best I could. So far I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face as far as my son is concerned. It’s really taken it’s toll. My looks have gone to hell and I look like a sack of potatoes in black clothing with uncombed hair just like Robert Smith - a messy potato, as my friend calls him. Now I am the messy potato. I need to get to a beauty salon ASAP. I will not let motherhood rob me of looking halfway decent. After they get done with me I’ll be gorgeous I tell you, gorgeous. With my luck I’ll end up looking like Sarah Jessica Parker after they suck all the fat out. Well, I’m ready to finish this unproductive day by being even more so. Luckily November is almost over and a new month awaits us. Let’s see what’s in store 
You’re getting a Mercedes? Coooool! Which one? Sorry to hear your still having problems with your son. What does the school counselor say about it?
It’s pretty compact, a little bigger than a smart. Counselor? We’re talking psychiatrists here which is very upsetting to me.
Is it black?
Maybe it will do him some good to see a psychiatrists. It not such a stigma nowadays, it seems like everybody is or has seen one at some point. Maybe they can help you deal with him.
It’s teal so it must be painted. The scary part is that no one knows what’s wrong with him.
Does he have ADD? They’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay, Shea.
yes
Do you have ADD?
possible