Just a week.
I'm soo tired.
The kids had their autumn holiday.
The first days went rather well, considering that their dad was at home too.
But after that!!
Their dad started to get bored with homelife, so he got irritated by everything.
What a pity he's not brave enough to pack his bags and leave. But he was brave enough to yell at the kids and hurt me in my heart.
I hate it when people look down on me.
No need to look up to me, but don't look down on me!!!
He even put me down in the waitingroom of the dentist.
Well, I was just one little thought away from getting completely angry:
"he's making a fool of himself."
I might get dependent on the rest my new dentist radiates. LOL!
Ofcourse my auti-boy couldn't cope with all the unrest in the house.
He got plenty of angry fits.
I'm now counting the days to the 4th, when they start medication.
There is no other way dealing with him, unless I want him to go to an institution.
I keep struggling with that.
But at home I'm his controler. I can't be at school too.
Banged my head against another group.
Really felt at home in a group of mothers of such children.
Well, one considered it well to just copy a mail and send it to a politician, with her name under it.
I can't believe people are so stupid and so disrespectfull.
"You have such a good way to put things in words", was her explanation.
Yea....that's why I earned part of my living with writing a couple of years ago!!!
But you won't go into a photographers gallery and take out a photo and send it to a politician with your name under it, "because he has such a good way....".
So I got angry.... When I make a mistake I say sorry..... At least!!!
I told her to inform the politician about the wrong name under the text.
Well... she finally offered some form of an appology....
Wrote something on my blog.... very vague... it might have even been a coincidence with her action... and the group-owner told me off.
She felt hurt.
Well... I just don't understand why.
I'm allowed to write on my blog that I feel awkward even after an appology.
It really got to me.
Every time I feel at home with people something really big comes up.
Well, maybe I take it heavy because some of my friends, real friends, are going through a rough time.
I hate it that money...the lack of it, means I can't even go to them and give them a good huggg.
