I am having a crummy day.
Being a mother is always so much tougher in real life than in the movies. There are no cute little wrap-ups with beautiful fade aways....everyone smiling. The truth is being a mother is the damn hardest job I have ever had. My son is "spirited". That is the P.C. way of saying he raises hell and gives me hell everyday. And I feel like I'm living in hell. I know I'm not alone. I know I'm not the only mother to raise a "spirited" child but today I'm just having a horrible time of it.
I have been trying so hard lately to be an artist, a writer but who am I fooling? As my dad use to say, "the easiest person to fool is yourself." And you know he's right! I basically suck at everything I touch. I mean I'm not totally horrible but then again I'm not that great either. So what is the point?
Whoever reads this... Thanks for listening to my pity party.
re·al·i·ty (rē-ăl'ĭ-tē) n., pl. -ties.
The quality or state of being actual or true.
One, such as a person, an entity, or an event, that is actual: “the weight of history and political realities” (Benno C. Schmidt, Jr.).
The totality of all things possessing actuality, existence, or essence.
That which exists objectively and in fact: Your observations do not seem to be about reality.