This past weekend, the tail end of a week without Andrew, was… prickly. I’ve had a really nasty upper respiratory thing that has kept me up all night coughing, but the worst of it is that Oliver was also suffering. And when that kid suffers, everyone suffers.
Last night I reached the point of absolute exasperation. There are times that parenting him feels like an impossible task, and I have no idea how to do it. That’s it, I just have no idea what I’m doing — those are the times when I want to crawl under a rock and let someone else, someone with the answers, step up and give it a go. Where are you, Person? And can you please show up before I ruin my kid?!!
There were moments of normal, sweet Oliver, but overall the weekend just sucked. And some times will be like that, I know. Andrew will be back in town for a bit, thank goodness. We’ve all missed him, that’s for sure.
We’re not meant to do this task of child rearing alone. There are too many levels of need, there is not enough to give, to empty into them, on our own. I feel for those who have no other choice, who are doing the best they can and constantly feel as though they are coming up short because they are one, only one person.
If that is you, on your own, reading this, I send you my love, my support, all my good feelings and hopes. If you had a crappy weekend too, well, let’s hope for a better week, together.