The Associate…is…….driving me batty…..It is obviously not me, right? To ignore my contribution to the madness would only compound the issue and impound me further. Blame is the name of this game, and I fold.
I made a conscious decision to have this child. She is “spirited”, strong, beautiful and exhausting. I chose her, she chose me. How many times have I exited her room high and mighty upon the words personal responsibility (tons)? How many times have I looked in the mirror and thought what am I doing wrong (many)? How to make it stick, how to remain strong when utterly spent?
The answer my friends, is to take it out on the fish.
“Katherine the Great, Matthew and Stephanie…… your mother, The Associate doesn’t love you anymore, so I must feed you or you will die from her lack of concern for your well being.” I know, I know but I won’t let you down.” I confess to my thankfully ear less friends.
and then giggle, and move on.