Friday, February 14, 2014

Update on Single Motherhood

Well, the update is not good, so I'll make this short. Yesterday, while playing hockey in the basement (strictly forbidden, other than mini-hockey), in the TV room (a room completely off limits to the kids), one of the boys smashed our 52 inch plasma TV. At least I think it's 52 inches, but that's pretty much beside the point. I can't even begin to describe the emotions I have been feeling since then, and perhaps it's best if I don't. Suffice it to say, I am way past the end of my rope. I am falling, and I can only hope there is something soft to land on. This is not really about a TV. It's about the complete and utter inability (or is it refusal?) to follow simple rules. Was it an accident? Yes. Could it have happened to anybody? Anybody breaking two rules at the same time, yes. Everybody is alive. Nobody is hurt. But I feel crushed. I am obviously not cut out for this. I can't teach them. I've tried. I've tried so very hard, but they just don't get it. Or they don't care. Or both, I don't know. All I know is, I am invisible. I am inaudible. I am inconsequential. What other explanation is there? And that is all I can say in here. I am simply too upset to continue, so I will go dump on my main character and make her life as miserable as I can, while I work on the final chapters in my book. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.


Christy said...

That sucks. Any chance house insurance will cover it?

CAT said...

I'm not sure, Christy. Mike doesn't want to go that route anyway because he doesn't want our premiums to go up. It looks like we simply don't have a tv anymore.