Tired...but I made it.

Well, I did it. I came back for a second day. Baby steps...just glad I haven't created something on a whim and left it lingering out there in cyberspace. I'm on my way to being a blogger! Yay!

Today was the family counseling session with my daughter and her dad--the first of a few probably. I had to agree to let her stay at her dad's for another week--until our 2nd session--to let things cool down a bit more. I haven't spoken to my daughter in a week and a half (not even during the whole 2 hours we were at this place). That's mostly because she hasn't spoken to me, and I guess I've been waiting for her to cool off. Why do I find myself timid around my daughter who is acting like a spoiled drama queen turned juvenile delinquent? Sheesh, how do these kids turn things around like that? I was never that good at her age.

I know I'm procrastinating about talking about the situation with my daughter, but I just feel too tired to do it now. There's a lot to type out, and I should be headed to bed already. Then again, will I just do the same thing tomorrow night? Will I find some excuse (a good one in my mind) to keep from doing what needs to be done? I was playing World of Warcraft since I got home tonight, which is why I didn't have time to blog.

To be honest, sometimes World of Warcraft (WoW) is like a second job. Haha! At the level I play, we have organized "raids" scheduled throughout the week. These raids involve 24 other people who also have jobs and don't rush home to log on just to wait around hoping I'll show up. Some weeks I don't sign up. But when I do sign up, I have to be committed to doing it. Sometimes I sign up thinking I'll really, really want to raid. Then when the day comes, whether it be work or other circumstances, I just don't feel like it....and I have to. See now...why can't I have that kind of commitment to working out?!?! =/

Anyways, I can talk about raiding and WoW later. I will also talk about my daughter later. For now, I'm glad GOD got us to this appointment and we made it through. It didn't go as bad as I thought, but I so hate being the bad guy. Sometimes your kids will just break your heart, and you wonder why the heck you deserve it.