Saving the Cockroaches.

My friend suggested cockroaches through the letterbox, or even better fire ants but I’m remaining sane this time.  My boys hurting, he has been treated unfairly, bullied and intimidated by an imbecile, twat, selfish f……there I go, now back to sane.

As a mother, it really hurts deep in your insides when someone trips your kids up in any way.  From the playground to adulthood, it doesn’t get any easier, it hurts like bloody mad.  I think when you have children, you learn what fear is for the very first time, you realise that you can be demolished quite easily, without even being known or seen.

I’m a rational human being, I’m a carer, I love people for their flaws and forgive more than most.  But when it comes to my boy this rather weird, screwed, insane woman emerges from my bed each morning.  I am a witch, crow, hag and potential murderer!

No, I couldn’t kill, but god do I fantasize about it on occasion, alone in the dark, driving down a quiet road, I’m not me anymore I am the avenger of all the wrong in the world, I am the saviour of the righteous and the slayer of all the nasty little shits I can find!

What can I do to help myself, help my boy so his mum isn’t locked away.  I have to remain sane and share my sanity with the world.  I have to bury that demented cow that keeps getting up every day and find her good kindhearted sister.  I have to be grown up and get on with life.  I have to forget that revenge is a dish best eaten cold or frozen.

I believe all this crap I read about being good and kind.  I think like attracts like and we are only given what we can deal with in life.  Every challenge is a lesson and a new door is opening and all that good stuff.

So now, I have to think about my wonderful boy and be even kinder when it comes to cockroaches!