Somber day

I am, along with the rest of the nation, remembering the terrible events 14 years ago today. Like every American over the age of 20, I remember exactly where I was, what I was doing, and who I was with when I heard the news. I wasn’t personally affected at the time, but I remember realizing that the world my children know will never be the same as the one I knew as a child.

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When life was simple

I am in a quiet mood for other reasons today. My work has been particularly challenging lately, and with all the time I have to take off for medical appointments I have had some long days. I’m getting to old to put in 12-14 hour days all week. Lack of sleep makes me grumpy and makes it harder to deal with my melancholy brain.

Also, The Boy is struggling with his medical condition. This week has been particularly hard on him also. He hasn’t felt good enough to leave the house for 2 days. I wish I could help him, but short of making sure he has things like medicine and water there isn’t much I can do to help. I’m not even home enough right now to give him any moral support.

Today is one of those days I wish we could turn back the clock and fix mistakes we made years ago. There are so many unpleasant things in my life stemming from my poor choices that it just adds to the guilt. I have messed up and my kids are paying for it. Yes, I know every mother thinks that, but my kids really are suffering in some ways. They are too wise and experienced for their ages. They know things teens shouldn’t have to know.

Why can’t life be simple like it was when I was a child?

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