If you’ve been to your local post office lately, you might have seen a WANTED poster for my Mama Mojo. The past week or so, just as I predicted, Akiva has been imperious, rude, demanding, and rough. And I, dear readers, have been unsympathetic, impatient, and mean. It’s not a great combination.
Oh, we have occasional moments of peace — weeding in the garden, reading together, playing music — but for the most part, this week has been one of discord and isolation.
I wish I knew what to do for myself to get out of this rut.