So Whats Next?

I feel like latly everyday is servitude that has produced in me great feelings on angst. I seriously feel like my life is not my own . The past week in a half has revolved around my 17 yr old son and his car issues. he never wanted the beautiful convertible mustang my husband gave to him for his 16th birthday. Its brought nothing but a sence of doom into our family. finally after much emotional trauma my husband rid our lives of that bad karma mustang and allowed my son to purchase a 1990 Nissan in much need of repair and love.this is what my 17 yr old is all about cars hes been fixing and taking them apart a dn drawinfg them since he could toddle around. My husband just doiesn't get it alrthough he purchases cars over and over again Like they say the apple doesn't fall from the tree. So needless to say i have had to play refereee and counselor between the 2 of them for what feels like an eeternity. So yesterday i finally was done with this drama as well as ALL the other things i have to deal with at work like the huge projest due eeerggh Last night i slept around 7 pm and did not wake up until my 19 yr old text me about some ex girlfriend of her boyfriend that made a suicide attempt but thats another blog!