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The last couple of weeks was spent with my mom and sister.\u00a0 It was nice catching up with them and giving them a glimpse into my life, outside of the blog.\u00a0 It’s been a few years since they had been with me for more than a few days and on their ground.<\/p>\n
I think they might have left my home mentally wrecked and with a whole new appreciation for their quiet house and comfortable beds.<\/p>\n
Each had suggestions on how to get a neck hold on the problems of my household.\u00a0 As they sat and talked, I would flashback into my head of when I had tried what they were suggesting. “Yeah, that worked for a second, tried that about a year ago…see how well that one went?”
\n“Well, how about…”
\n“Yeah, tried that too.”
\n“Did you try…?”
\n“Yep.”
\nThen my sister came to the realization that I did about a year ago, “You stop being a bitch for a second and they see that weakness and they just jump on it.”
\n“Bingo.”
\nDon’t get me wrong, it was sweet that they wanted to help, but I have gotten to where I am because of the roads & forks I have taken.\u00a0 I’ve tried nice, I’ve tried bitch, I’ve tried friend, I’ve tried warden.\u00a0 I’ve come to the realization…I just have to be the mom I have to be or I will end up in a padded room, and there is still a good chance that might happen anyway.<\/p>\n
All I can hold on to is that I love my children and step-children and they love me. They aren’t in jail. They aren’t in rehab. They haven’t stole a car or held up a store clerk at gunpoint.\u00a0 I haven’t gotten a phone call because they were involved in any violent acts or drunk driving.\u00a0 The little ones haven’t been sent the principle or punched anyone in the face.<\/p>\n
I believe they are that way because of how I have raised them thus far.\u00a0 The successful things and the things I failed at have made them who they are and how they behave.<\/p>\n
Do I ask too much of them? Not enough? I’m too easy on them? Way too hard them?\u00a0 Who the hell knows…it’s up for debate.<\/p>\n
I’ll know when I am older and my kids fight over who gets me to live with them,\u00a0 when they drive 6 hours so they can spend a week with me.
\nOr who knows, they may smother me while I sleep.<\/p>\n
Time will tell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The last couple of weeks was spent with my mom and sister.\u00a0 It was nice catching up with them and giving them a glimpse into my life, outside of the blog.\u00a0 It’s been a few years since they had been with me for more than a few days and on their ground. I think they might have left my home mentally wrecked and with a whole new appreciation for their quiet house and comfortable beds. Each had suggestions on how to get a neck hold on the problems of my household.\u00a0 As they sat and talked, I would flashback into my head of when I had tried what they were suggesting. “Yeah, that worked for a second, tried that about a year ago…see how well that one went?” “Well, how about…” “Yeah, tried that too.” “Did you try…?” “Yep.” Then my sister came to the realization that I did about a year ago, “You stop being a bitch for a second and they see that weakness and they just jump on it.” “Bingo.” Don’t get me wrong, it was sweet that they wanted to help, but I have gotten to where I am because of the roads & forks I have taken.\u00a0 I’ve tried nice, I’ve tried bitch, I’ve tried friend, I’ve tried warden.\u00a0 I’ve come to the realization…I just have to be the mom I have to be or I will end up in a padded room, and there is still a good chance that might happen anyway. All I can hold on to is that I love my children and step-children and they love me. They aren’t in jail. They aren’t in rehab. They haven’t stole a car or held up a store clerk at gunpoint.\u00a0 I haven’t gotten a phone call because they were involved in any violent acts or drunk driving.\u00a0 The little ones haven’t been sent the principle or punched anyone in the face. I believe they are that way because of how I have raised them thus far.\u00a0 The successful things and the things I failed at have made them who they are and how they behave. Do I ask too much of them? Not enough? I’m too easy on them? Way too hard them?\u00a0 Who the hell knows…it’s up for debate. I’ll know when I am older and my kids fight over who gets me to live with them,\u00a0 when they drive 6 hours so they can spend a week with me. Or who knows, they may smother me while I sleep. Time will tell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1757"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1757\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}