I was feeling pretty good today. We attended church, had a great breakfast, obtained what we needed from Home Depot. What can possibly go wrong after all that?
While the Hubs built another part of the vanity (there’s a middle piece with drawers) I painted the bathroom. The more paint that went on the walls, the better I felt about the decision of not going with the inspiration. No one would ever see it, so doing the hall bath makes more sense.


I have to say, I am really digging the way it turned out! I love the blue with the floor!

The lights are still there, but everything else is freshened up. I really need a couple hours to figure out what lights will be best there… Maybe it’ll happen after everything else is in. What is there now is really hideous, so I better get cracking!
After I was done cleaning up, I got a call from the Kraken. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice to say it was unpleasant. She was telling me how her life is a wreck.
I get this call a lot. I tell her she does things to make her life hard.
She agrees.
I give suggestions on how she can better manage herself.
She agrees.
A couple days later I get another call.
It makes me sad, frustrated, and irritated. And the worst part is, she’ll say she loves me, hang up, and I’ll be left trying to figure out what I could have done better.
And then I’ll rehash the whole thing with the Hubs. And still feel like I failed as a mother.
Grrr! It’s so annoying! Anyone else have these wonderful bouts with their kids?? I wish she would reflect on her life and make changes. But she won’t. I have 2 very unpopular suggestions for her:
Get your head out of your ass and do things differently. My mother was very big on that one – and pull yourself up by your bootstraps. I am not sure when or why that became such a terrible thing. Because honestly, it worked for me. Sure, I was crowding 30 and had an impressive amount of screwups behind me, but I was able to to turn it around. There is no reason she can’t as well.
The other is FROG (fully rely on God), but she won’t even hear it. Tonight she actually said, “Sure I’ll know where I’m going when I die, but what about now? It’s just stupid.” I told her about the peace, she came back with the guilt. And I wished I could explain it better. But I know she can’t hear it. All she listens to is that she is fully committed to being a victim.
And I hate that. As a Bootstraps gal, I cannot even imagine why anyone would want to be a victim.
Yikes.
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