I wish I could laugh at this, but not today. I sometimes get into a rut of hoarding my frustrations and perceived indignations. I can't let it all go. I wish I were naturally equipt to deal effectively with my children. Maybe when I'm done I'll know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll at least be a calm and collected grandma.
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(6) Thu Jun 16 2005 12:30 Dark Introspection:
I'm stuck in string of fox-chicken-egg days. For instance, yesterday, I had a WIC appointment at the Health Department. While I was scheduling a follow-up visit, Atticus and Samuel ran out of the office. I excused myself, and went to search for them. They were not to be found in the waiting room, not in the atrium of the building, but outside, swimming in the fountain.