Feeling helpless....

I knew this would happen, but somehow I thought it would take longer than two days.

My son called me tonight, complaining about my mother randomly yelling, for no real reason, and was so upset that he started to cry. She has this thing about the kids taking their uniforms off as soon as they come home from school, and he didnt, so she went batshit. He said its every day that she's doing that, and wanted to know if there is anyone else he could go stay with. You have no idea how helpless it made me feel to tell him no.

I tried to soothe him and told him that if there was any other way, I would have gone that route, because I know how my mother is, and she would never have been my first choice. I gave him some advice on how to make his life easier, as well as mine, and he said he would try, but he was still audibly upset, and so am I. The worst of it is that I know how my mom dotes on my daughter, so she's probably living it up, while my son is in turmoil. I hate the way I feel right now. I just dont have any options.

Looks like I will have to put everything in overdrive, and bring the midgets down here as soon as I find a place. I wanted to make sure everything was situated, but I cant have my baby being mistreated. I wont. I went outside, within eyeshot of the local episcopal church, with the lit up cross and prayed that he get a peaceful sleep tonight, and that God thwarts my mother's negativity, preventing it from affecting him. Then I prayed that He helps me to help him, and came inside to call my sister, asking her to check up on him tomorrow. I need something to start looking right up that way, or I might not be able to stay down here. I will make $30,000 a year for the rest of my life, before I leave my kids at the mercy of anything or anyone that threatens to dim their light.

Gotta fly to DC tomorrow, for work, but I have to put some thought into anything I could possibly do to ease that situation. I feel like my hands are tied, being so far away now, but I have to think of something. Even three weeks seems like a long time when you feel like youre being victimized. And I can imagine whats its like for him - my mother doesnt really like boys. Boys become men, and men have been the bane of her existence. I gotta get him outta there.....