Thursday, January 19, 2006
I Blew It
Despite the promise that Thursday was going to be the official "Trash" day here at Eva Las Vegas... well, I lied. Schedules confuse me and I want to post about my son, who is definitely not trash, so forget it. Trash for another time.
Yesterday, Jack, who is my 2nd son and therefore, the Jan Brady of our family, informed me that when Eva came home he felt like he had, "fallen really, really badly and actually hurt my knee... like, I broke my knee Mom, and no one cared."
Then I died. I died the horrible death of realizing that I totally handled something really, really, badly and in doing something so fucking badly, I hurt my child and now, I am dead.
Jack was actually quite mellow about it and, as I honestly apologized to my beloved son for my lack of sensitivity (who would have thought that Brad Pitt and I would have something in common? Hello? Sensitivity chip? Missing!) he said, "It's Ok Mama, I would miss her if she were gone and it's Ok."
So, I died again because he sorted this out by himself and despite the fact that I really did try. People, I did! I thought I handled the transistion from family of 4 to family of 5 "really well" for all parties involved... except that I obviously didn't.
Is there anything worse than failing your kids? I really, really, don't think so.