Not sure where I've gone wrong. Not sure if I have, or haven't. All I know is that being the mother to a teenage boy is the equivalent of having someone sucker punch you out of nowhere, on a daily basis and you're left wondering what happened. Cool, huh? Not very. It hurts. Leaves you deflated, sad. And usually, in my case, with a migraine and a sense of failure. Not to mention, my favorite, guilt.
Today is one of those days. I've thrown in the towel, I'm tired of being pummeled. Doesn't mean I won't pick up said towel tomorrow and try again. It's what I do best. So in the meantime hey, why not start a blog right? To me it's more like a place to vent. Maybe find others mamas or fathers like me. Maybe just scream into the Blogger void, who knows. I can't be the only one.
