Well since this is my very first blog post, I will introduce myself. My name is Sheridan. But my friends and family call me Jamie, a nickname given to me by my grandmother at birth. I am a single father of three semi-wonderful children...lol. Just kidding, they are awesome in every way possible. Marcus 14, Alexis about to be 13 going on 37, and my little bundle of energy Isaiah who is 10. There mom was in a near fatal motorcycle accident which she suffered a traumatic brain injury and has been in and out of rehabilitation centers since 2006. I hold down the fort as best as I can with little to no assistance from anyone other then their grandmother whenever she can get away from her own troublesome life with her own adult kids, but that's another story. I work full time and try to juggle home life, having a girlfriend, kids, newly diagnosed throat-cancered father and other lifes obsticles with little to no time for myself. My children are what I live for and keep me going but its a heavy weight which sometimes gets to overbearing. 1,000 questions are asked before I even step in the door from work. Dad can I..., hey dad what does ___ mean.., Dad, can you pick me up from... A lot fo the time I feel the need to lock myself in the bathroom for 30 minutes to prepare myself, which helps in a way. Take a deep breath, count to 10 and put on the happy face, lol. It's not always this bad but sometimes my feelings are all over the place. Dont get me wrong...Id walk the end of the earth for my babies and they dont want for anything, but aside from trying to keep everyone else happy, ie work, girlfriend, parents, its enough to drive ya bananas lol. All I want is to be someone the kids can look up to and confide in because I love them dearly and want nothing more then for them to grow up and look back on a happy childhood.
