Shishkabobs anyone?

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Yeah thats me.
Im totally skewered. Shish kabob like.
I am torn right through my middle with about ten different people that just cut right through me.
Jack is at an all time high for driving me crazy. I am torn between thinking he is magically delicious and pathologically demented.
I got a call from his teacher today but didnt know it until 8 at night, so I am of course stressing about the topic of this phone call in the am. It could go anywhere from aggressive behavior, ocd behaviors, add adhd or just plain JACKism's.
I am so afraid to see him grow up. If he is what keeps me up at night with anxiety what will 15 look like?
Missi will be leaving for college in a few weeks. She isnt fussing at all about it. I am not thinking about it too much since "the boy" is up my ass every hour he is awake. She is the child that doesnt ask for anything, but also waits until the last minute for things she NEEDS.
Allie is fine and working awaiting anxiously the beginning o fher nursing classes. She will be wiping butts and changing beds before you know it.
I am just not in the mood. I am feeling a bit like I am "just getting by" I feel physically fine, just emotionally tapped out and want to shut down.
I cant though, I am the skewer. I hold these people together. Everyone has their own job to do int his family, some are the beef, some are the cute little tomatoes, some are the bitter onions, some sweet little peppers.
Me... I am the skewer.

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