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So it's Mother's Day weekend. So far, the weekend has started off crappy. Trystan woke me up this morning at some point before 7 am. Totally not impressed with that. He's been getting up really early lately...usually he sleeps till 8 or 8:30...but the last week or so, he's been getting up at 7-7:30. I wonder if his sleep apnea has anything to do with that. *sigh*
I really hope having the surgery helps with that. Not to mention is moodiness. Some days I just don't have the patience to deal with it. And it gets SO frustrating.
Today is just NOT a good day so far. Trystan throws a tantrum and starts crying and screaming, and my mom wakes up, acting like it's all MY fault. Now, I'm sure she's gonna take off for the weekend and leave me here by myself with Trystan. Not that it's a problem to be left alone with my kid. But I kinda wanted to spend Mother's day with her.
I guess some things are just too much to ask.
Maybe it's just safer to pretend Mother's Day doesn't exist. Kind of like what I do with Christmas. I hate Christmas. I have since I was 18. Perhaps it's time to have the same attitude toward Mother's Day as well. It's not like anyone ever aknowledges me on that day. I might as well not exist. I've only ever had ONE Mother's day with Trystan. The two after that, I spent the day crying and alone because Trystan was in foster care at the time. This year is the first year since he was 11 months old that I'll be able to spend it with him. And THIS is how the weekend starts off. With me being bitched at, and crying. AGAIN.
Fuck this shit.
Gotta get out of here. Don't really know where I'm gonna go, but anywhere is better than here right now.
*sigh*
I had Trystan make my mom a picture for mothers day, but knowing her, she won't give 2 shits about it. I can't stand it here. I really wish I could move, but I'm stuck.
Anyway, here's a pic of what Trystan made for my mom.
Ciao.
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