Because We All Need One

Craving Hugs and Ice Cream…

Aren't we all? If you have hugs or ice cream to spare, come over…and bring your own spoon…….

My hand is raised.
OMG I was just thinking that same thing. On the blogs I read..everyone is happy..kids happy, no one ever complains..i've vented a few times on mine.
Great post..i'm linking it to my parent group.

Oh yeah Lisa, 'round here you're allowed to whine, beg and eat ice cream…in the order you choose. Keeping it real.

And thanks for the linky love.

Thank you for this. Anyone is invited to my blog to gripe, whine, cry, eat ice cream, etc.

This made me smile. I have two children that have special needs. One physically and one emotionally. One thing my doctor told me that really encouraged me is that God chose my husband and I out of everyone to care for this special little boy! Isn't that a neat thought?

Amen, to this quote from you;
…because I'm feeling whiny…like a complete flop…utterly exhausted…

…and alone.

Some days I feel like drinking so much wine, heck I'm kind of thinking not even the kind of wine with the cork in the bottle, I'm talking about the kind of wine that comes from those big old ugly boxes. That's the amount that I feel I would need on some days!!

A journey in our shoes, most would have to live it to believe it. I feel blessed most days though.

Lisa

I'd like to drink wine and forget my troubles but it's the middle of the day and I'm glugging Ensure instead feeling very sorry for myself with my gums all sewn up like chicken wire.

Still, maybe later on tonight……
things can only get better right?
Cheers [how apt!]

Oh dang,Lisa, I forgot to add wine to the list! I'm in for the box-o-wine, too.

Maddy, had to LOL that you signed off with "cheers" despite your present circumstance. Hoping you're feeling better and on solid foods very soon.

Me…I'm counting the seconds until hubs gets home and takes the boys out of the house for taekwondo class. 10, 9, 8, 7….

Right there with you on this one….How about a wine float? You know, two big scoops of ice cream in the wine…

I've always wondered what my brain might look like during one of those "exploding brain moments"… And now I know — LOL! Thanks for the ultra-handy visual!

~Michelle

Right there with you. Every day. All day. Hoping it gets better, for you, for me, for all of us.

tight hugfrom me
who of us hasnt felt these feelings no matter how much joy our kiddos bring us
Hoping it gets better

You really hit home with this one Melody!! I have both hands raised! I only have one with special needs (two if you count older child by simple virtue of being a teenager!) but I end every day exhausted, lonely, and feeling like I've failed on some huge level

hugs and ice cream … you're right, they fix everything ! Hope you got plenty of both. Especially the hugs !!

Yes we have all felt that way at some point or the other! I had a very rough day today with the kids too. Especially my daughter with disabilities, it gets frustrating and we are only human, although we try to be superwoman. Don't all moms? Keep your chin up!

Yep.

Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to have some of you living down the street. With a sunroom or a porch swing. I imagine bringing beverages. Sipping and sitting for hours. Chatting. Hugging. And holding on until these feelings subside.

Of course we'd recycle the drink container(s).

And we'd meet on another porch or deck or living room next week. And we'd hold on to her until…

Well, you know. We've been there.

That's what makes us all sisters. Born of a digital search for someone to hold on to.

So hang on, sister. Hang on.

Sistahs, party at Karin's!

Lisa is bringing boxES of wine, and Deborah's in for ice cream…wine floats for everyone.

Hugging you all right back.

Oops! I'm always griping on my blog. Is that a bad thing?

I am so grateful for fellow bloggers, particularly for this one. It has helped me get through some pretty miserable days.

I have twins with special needs. My thing is sometimes I add up how many years of IEP's I have had and multiply it by two!!!

I feel alone all the time. Like I can't possibly be stretched any further. It seems like everything is urgent all the time, but maybe I need to reevaluate!

I only have one with special needs, but my head constantly feels like its going to explode. Also, all the times I either get the, he needs to be medicated speech from people or the he's autistic speech when he really has SPD, which most people don't get.

Hand raised… right there with ya! No wine for me but I'll bring some ice cream and spoons to this party

*still group hugging* you all

Yeah, my brain and feelings relate to that too. It's just been one of those weeks…

I've certainly had days in my life where I felt "whiny…like a complete flop…utterly exhausted…

…and alone." Especially after my first husband left me to care for four children without him.

Alone against the phone company:

We lived in a tiny trailer, and when I say "tiny" I mean an 18 foot travel trailer. I'd finally found an apartment, and needed to shut down our utilities before the move. Propane and electric, no problem. The telephone? Ah, well. It went something like this:

I gave the lady at the phone company all our identifying particulars, and she pulled up our records. I asked to have the phone service at that address shut off on our move date. "And are you the person in whose name the phone service is?", she asked. "No," I said, "I'm his wife." "Then I can't shut off the phone service without speaking to him," she said. "He isn't here. He moved to Arizona with another woman," I replied. Then I begged and pleaded, pointed out that the payments came from my checking account, while she continued to repeat that there was no way she could do as I asked.

I was frustrated. The girls were waking up from naps. My space was getting noisy. (Just one room, remember?)

I caved. "OK," I said. "You don't have to shut the service off. When we got this phone, the wires were routed through the little panel where the trailer electric goes. You don't have to send someone to disconnect it from the trailer. There's enough space to pass the phone out through the panel. I'll set it on the grass at the foot of the pole and leave it there.

"You can send the bills to his Arizona adress; it's …. and his phone number there is ….. Now that you have his contact information, you can get confirmation from him whether he wants it disconnected. I hope the rain doesn't hurt it any."

Feeling overwhelmed by the rising noise level, and totally defeated by the stubbornness of the customer service rep, I prepared to hang up.

"Oh," she said, "there's no need to do that. I'll have someone come and disconnect the line, and pick up the instrument on… what day did you say again?"

*sigh*