I’ve been waiting on my offspring here, in my car, yet again, for over an hour. she can’t text from her phone so I have no idea how much longer. I am uncomfortable, my butt is not liking the car seat. wish they were flat instead of bucket that is made for skinny asses.
this exercise I have done before, and I have forgotten how to just sit. I truly wish and hope that she is finally learning that her drinking is going to cause more bad than she can imagine. she said yet again that she has stopped, and wants to make meetings this week, but does not know how she can do that with work, no car etc etc, yadda yadda yadda. all stuff I have heard a hundred times if not, a thousand times before. why should I believe that this time she is telling me the truth. highly doubtful that she is. my patience in these matters I guess is the patience of a mother. but in the days since I returned from vacation, I question my choice of having children in the first place. it ain’t been nothing but u-ncompensated work now for 30 years.
I want to ride my bike today.
her damned PO did not get into the office until 8:45, instead of her advertised 8am. Lauren is being cut some slack, but has to go back every 2 weeks now, and get signed off by AA. I do not know how many meetings she has to do, but i guess I will help her with that as well.
man, i need to ride bad.