"Cuz one thing they don't tell you about the blues if you got 'em is you keep on fallin cuz there ain't no bottom". That's a line from my favorite EmmyLou Harris song. I think it should read something like this for my situation, "One thing they don't tell you about divorce if you're doin it is, is you keep on goin cuz what else can you do?". Because that's what I'm doing. I'm keeping on keeping on but I'm so tired. There is never anyone else. When Stomp has questions about why Mama "dumped Daddy" I'm the one to answer it. When Stomp wants to know why Daddy "hates Mama", I'm the one to answer it. When Stomp wants to know why we won't all be together this year to see what Santa brought, I'm there. Oh I never have answers, certainly never the right ones, but I'm the one who has to try to come up with something. As before, I'm the one responsible for meals and storytime and bedtime and getting ready for school and help with homework and getting to and from school and snuggles when we're sick and remember to take medicine and making dr's appointments and keeping dr's apppointments, etc. But this year, right now, this time of year, it all seems a
So the next time you see someone frowning at the Salvation Army guy. Or frantically tapping her watch as she waits behind you in line...Or when she sighs loudly while you complain over literally $0.15 before she then offers to just give you the $0.15 (leaving her $0.04)...when she looks like she might be trying to get out of Wal-Mart without crying...when she looks like she might need out of the Sunmart before she has a panic attack...When she's wrestling an ornery and mouthy, but still loveable 9 year old into the car and an 18 year old baby who won't wear a hat or socks or pants into a carseat or clothes or anyplace he's supposed to be...Try to cut her some slack. Give her a smile (a sympathetic one, not the patronizing one). Maybe whisper "I get it honey, it'll get better" as you go buy. You just might put half a crabby smile on a bah humbug-er's face.