I’m sure I could figure it out if I tried. Still going strong on the medication.
I feel like I’m at a weird transitional part of my life. I finally got help for my anxiety. I feel pretty good. Still don’t know what to do about my position at work.
I feel like my relationship with my mom isn’t the greatest right now. With her and my brother out of state it’s been difficult staying connected. She loves my girls, but I fee at this point they could cut us out of their lives easily. They are never the first to call or text. I try to send them a picture of the girls at least once a week.
I guess I’m feeling unwanted by them. Which I’m fine with. It’s been that way since I was young. It does bother me that my kids have family on both sides not involved in their lives. My co workers seem to care and know more about their daily lives than my family does.
My grandma was someone who really understood me and knew how to push me and challenge me, but was always proud of me. I want that for my kids too. I want them to ask about my kids. See how preschool is going. See how big my youngest has gotten. I wish our relationships weren’t the way they are.
Maybe next time I will know what day it is.
The Prozac Parent 