Right when we were having this done (installing new flooring...) #2 Son pops back into our life. "He's baaccccccccccccckkkkk." And yes, this time I'm in agreement with My Guy. I know I'll have more than a few who disagree with our choice. But! Come walk in our shoes....for just a day. This young man is so down and out and on top of his wrong choices; add learning disabilties. What's a person to do?
Now, #2 Son has had a firm foundation: parents who love him. Parents together (and still goo-goo) after 33 years. A church home. Where I'm going with this is...sometimes it just doesn't matter WHAT type of parent you are. Now, many of my friends did it right. Their kids are very successful and their growing up years were not dramatic, tragic or even troublesome. However, I am certain that sometimes a raging alcoholic can parent the Valedictorian. The preacher can raise a crack head. Just because you look a "certain" way, live in a "certain" home, drive a "certain" car...nothing, nada in life is CERTAIN!
"It has been well said that no man ever sank under the burden of the day. It's when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. Never load yourselves so, my friends. If you find yourselves so loaded, at least remember this: it is your own doing, not God's. He begs you to leave the future to Him and to mind the present."
The moral of this post: tile floors are easy living and living one day at a time is the only way to go. I am certain of that!