Today, I got angry. It doesn't happen very often for me. I am a happy, go-lucky, smile, kind of human.
But today, today was hard.
I got angry with my husband and my children. Angry with people on the phone. Specifically, over an airline issue I am dealing with.
Angry with the universe.
Angry that we have no easy days.
Angry that our dryer is broke.
Angry that kids with adults and special needs are forgotten in so many ways. And angry that none of it would be tolerated for typical children. It just wouldn't.
Angry that my son can’t successfully go on the 8th grade field trip. And that there is no 8th grade graduation.
Angry that no one visits my son. Angry that no one has ever once picked him up and taken him out for ice cream at the Dairy Queen. And I can't convince myself that someone ever will.
Angry that there are no breaks.
Angry that the hard is forever.
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