Too bad it didn't last long. The thoughts of what happened this weekend have consumed me, caused more chest pain and a headache that won't go away.
The realization of what I thought was right, being so wrong is hard to swallow. The little things, like when the kids were little we went out of the way to travel, take them to as many places as possible. Museums, beaches, amusement parks. Places all over the east coast. We sacrificed, saved and did everything we could to make these trips the one's to remember. Problem is.....they don't.
They don't remember I was home for them, or involved in their every activity. They just remember I didn't work. Their memories are so different than mine. That hurts.
I was hoping to spend time with my kids this past weekend. It was a special weekend. 4 years of when I started what is now all that keeps me going. Something I was proud of. Something I give my all too. Where I get the little bit of money I do. But they didn't have time for me.
It reminded me of how my mom must have felt when the Sunday gathering stopped when dad died. Every Sunday, my local brothers came to the house. Until Dad was gone. Funny thing is....he died on a Sunday. How hurt she was, and now I know why. She didn't want to beg, or to bug them. She wanted them to come over because they wanted to be with her. I guess I am more like my mom then I knew. I don't push, and that's a problem. If I push, well I am a pain. You can't win....I am sorry Mom. Truly sorry ~~
It is almost time to have the fear of sleeping start again. It is the time I hate the most anymore. Since the storm came through, maybe, wishful thinking, it won't be so bad tonight. I won't wake up hearing that screaming mom, I won't wake up with feeling the weight of that baby, and just maybe...just maybe I won't wake up to her eyes open.
Summer Nightmares, Ton's of Memories and Wishful Thinking~~It is how I live in the Summer~
