I am not blogging very much right now God, because I haven't got anything even remotely cheerful or positive or happy to say.
I actually kind of wish it was just my perception of life or just my mood because then I could do something to fix it, but frankly I can't this time.
My kids are all miserable, and my husbands family is insane, as is mine. From the outside, it looks good. We have money and a good business, even in this economy, and three live healthy lovely kids.
But--you know God that things aren't always as they seem. Soooo, I have a request?
Could you help my brother in law get an accurate diagnosis? Get him back in the hospital, off of ALL the psychiatric drugs he is on, and maybe, just maybe a Doctor who has read a medical textbook or knows something, could get involved? And help him.
And then maybe my husband would feel less angry and stressed and freaked out. Maybe we all would not be fighting tooth and nail about him all the time.
And yeah, there is more---could you help my older son Kaz as he goes through puberty? He's friggin killing the whole family. Tantrums like a three year old, except he's almost 13. I know it will get better when he turns 18, but right now--Oh Lord, I just don't understand this stage at all.
Give me patience.
Give me strength.
Or at least give me a chance to take a time out and a valium when I have none of the first two left.
I'll write more when I don't sound like such an ungrateful whiny bitch, ok?