I have told myself I wouldn't blog about being sad anymore. But this past weekend and week sad is what I have felt most of the time. So I'm a liar.
I am 23 weeks pregnant and I am exhausted. I thought the second trimester was happy happy dance around and be jolly time? Not this time around. I am getting big and tired.
I try to pretend I am okay with the fact that I basically don't have a mom. Or any family besides the ones that live with me. I'm not. It hurts me so much that I have not even spoken to my mom since I dropped her off at the airport. Not even a call to say she made it. When Eric asks for grandma Jackie, I change the subject. I don't know what to tell him anymore. "Your grandma is a drug addict and doesn't care about us?" I can see that scaring him for life.
At Eric's soccer class I don't fit in with the other moms. Because I am not from India and I do not speak whatever language they speak. When they do speak English they talk about which overpriced preschool they will send their younger children. It makes me feel self conscious and wonder what they say in the other language. I guess I should just mind my own business. I didn't send Eric to preschool. These women spend $1200 a month for someone to teach their kids to color. How the hell do they afford it? My husband has a decent job and there is no way we could afford that.
All these moms I meet are so concerned about silly things like preschool and what brand of clothing their children wear. I am just happy my kids have a house to live in. Food to eat. Parents who love them. No parents getting arrested in the middle of the night. No babysitter molesting them and making them feel like it it their fault. No broken beer bottles in the backyard to cut their feet on. No uncles throwing them in the backyard and hosing them off in the freezing winter when they poop their pants.
My children have everything children really need. So I don't worry about all this petty bullshit and try to keep my mouth shut when around other moms who care about such nonsense. I still feel lonely, sometimes feeling as if I have no one to talk to.