...so very alone. I've been sleeping for the past few days just to avoid things. On Saturday, Miss KT called my mother and complained that we wouldn't bring her fast food, so my mother calls my cell phone, is all snotty with her message, so I call back and point out that yet again she isn't getting the entire story, and I get hung up on. We get home, I tell Miss Kt that I'm tired of having her in one ear and my mother in the other one, and Miss Kt pops off with an entire list of things that her grandma doesn't like about me. Swell. I call my mother again, offer (for the millionth time) to send Miss KT over since I'm such a poor specimen of motherhood, my mother says she'll never call me again, and hangs up on me...again. So, I call back, get the machine (like I knew I would) and say that I don't appreciate being hung up on, and that I don't know how broadly she's defining her statement, but that it's fine with me if she doesn't want to talk to me. I've had enough of this. Hubby has a bad habit of trying to be funny when funny is not called for, and then he gets huffy and says he's just playing. Sunday at church there was a child dedication, and when the pastor was holding the little boy, Hubby leans over to me and says, "Watch out for those feet, 'cause they'll trample all over your dreams." I totally lost it, sitting there in church crying my eyes out. Of course, he couldn't understand why...so I explained it to him...that that is my life, that every hour of every day with Miss KT is a reminder that my dreams for her have been and continue to be trampled on, and he just doesn't get it, because unless it's your child, you don't truly get it. I feel like I've been stomped on from all sides, just heartsore. He thinks I'm overreacting, that it's not that bad. I just want to go back to sleep.