Pent up frustrations

I am a 44 year old woman who has learned to deal with inequity & the general knowledge that life is not fair or kind. I've learned that lesson through living a life where I've been mightily disappointed and harmfully hurt and I'm ok with it. But seeing my baby run through this rough spot & knowing that he's truly not worth all the heartache she's feeling breaks my heart a hundred times a day. I know she needs this lesson building moment to become the adult she is bound to become, bu if there could be a tiny fast-forward just beyond this pointedly sad time to that morning or afternoon that she looks around and realizes she's got a pretty great life I would be so relieved. I just never realized how life buffets a person--seeing it from the mom's perspective is horrible. Give me a crappy life and a load of sh*t to deal with any day--but try to go a little easier on my babies, if it's possible, please?

Feelings of Regret

In recent months I have found myself mourning the passing of very strange events. Sad when J up & decided EJM wasn't his cup of tea. Sad when W was disinvited to EAM's heart. And today I'm sad that the darling 1886 era home in Buffalo isn't ours. I just really saw us there & am regretting that we didn't have the magic offer to make it ours. I keep telling myself to not get hung up on one or another house as we leave here, but for now, that little house is making me quite remorseful.

Listening to the house around me.

I just wish I had automatic Ipod inserts in my ears so that when I don't want to hear the noises around me, I could turn them on without anyone knowing. Pretending to care, while secretly jamming to Fergie-heaven.