By Liz Traileboum, Special to The Brutal Times – I’m a stay at home mom, trying to balance five jobs, one hundred and sixteen kids and seven thousand jobs I do from the comfort of my own kitchen. I guess you could say I’m stuck juggling about eleven million different routines.
Boy, some days I get so pooped!
Yeah, and then the anger comes. From coping with change.
Rushing like a black geyser of light sweet crude the anger by Stephen King comes rushing up outta my colon and into my mind where it engulfs me like a Star Track forcefield.
You think I’m an idjiot cause I spelled Star Track wrong.
Just kidding. I got a lotta anger piling up.
Changes come when the season changes. They come when Jimmy, my eighth son talks back and gets the smack for the first time.
Changes – you bring them on the wind.
Changes – we only just begin’ed.
My way of dealing with changes is to stamp my feet and shout to God “Here I am God – can’t change me!”
Oh – changes, everybody stamp your feet!
Chain chain ch-ch-changes, toot toot tooty-tweet!
Some people say “A change’ll do ya good”.