Yesterday and today sucked.  Yesterday it was parenting issues. I won't go into details, but let's just say my son has  a lot of angst, and he's not even a teenager. He'll be 11 in a month.  Some of it has to do with the fact he's adopted, but of course as his parent, I'm the last one he wants to talk to, but the first one to feel his wrath.

Today sucked because I had an unpleasant surprise when I came to my volunteer job at the hospital gift shop:   I didn't have a partner, and before I even got started the phone was ringing and we had customers. So I started my day as if I were in a "I Love Lucy" sketch--the one where she and Ethel are working the assembly line.

I also had to stay a bit late because another volunteer forgot to show up but oh well. These kinds of hiccups happen all the time.

I must say though that as much as I try to add humor to my blog, I am very concerned about my son, and I can't put a funny spin on it.  I keep thinking there will come a stage in life where parenting will be easy, and then reality squashes me like a grape. Now that I think about it, wasn't there a Lucy sketch involving grape squashing? 

If only life were a Lucy sketch.

Since I didn't grow up an adopted child, or a boy, I really don't know how to help my son get through this difficult period in his life.  I just remind him that I am a safe person to talk to, especially about questions and issues pertaining to his adoption.

For other matters about growing up, I'll pull a stupid management trick and delegate to my husband, and ask for frequent status updates.