and I’m holding my sleeping son. It’s killing my back, but I don’t wanna put him down. Mom gives me a hard time – “You’re gonna spoil that baby”. I finally shut her up by saying to my son “Don’t listen to her baby, there’s no place safer than your mommy’s arms”.
My daughter is having bipolar moments with the Halloween party she has planned. She’s really REALLY looking forward to the party, but last night learned that one of the “popular” girls on her cheer squad is having her own party on the same night – and she isn’t invited. Have I mentioned that preteen politics suck MUCH ass?
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I have nothing to say today.
This kid is ENTIRELY too perky for me first thing on a Saturday morning. Today’s the homecoming game – so she’s even more hyper than normal. Nervous, hyper, annoying to the nth degree.
I love her and I’m SO glad she loves cheerleading this much, but couldn’t they schedule the games for a more civilized hour? Actually, scratch that. It would never be held at a civilized hour, for as much as I love watching her cheer, I *despise* watching football. And on top of hating to watch football, I hate to watch the parents of these boys on the team go into epileptic fits screaming at their sons. I’m pretty positive that it’s the job of the coach to yell at these boys – providing they need a yelling-at.
I need more coffee.
reality smacks you in between the eyes? Even if my youngest’s father did happen do come back in the picture, I don’t think I can trust him. Yes, I spend a lot of time dwelling on this. It bothers me ALMOST as much as the fact that I’m 33 and living with my parents goddess help me. Getting dropped I could handle…being ignored completely is taking some serious getting used to. I did a pretty good job of not thinking of him during the pregnancy, but this child looks so much like him it’s heartbreaking. Or maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part…I’ll never know. I will just have to hope that if my son ever finds his father, that he’s not too hurt by the exchange. That his father won’t be an asshole to him.
I did a single card draw for two different people, who now think I’m good. On one hand I think it’s funny that so much weight can be ascribed to a card. On the other hand, I’ve come to realize that the very randomness of the card picked gives weight to it being the actual card meant to be read.
I’ve shuffled my deck many many times, only to go to pull a card and have it not feel *right*, so I go back to shuffling.
I think I’m going to create a spreadsheet for the card readings I do for myself.
Blah. Absolute blah. I’m so tired.
Is it truly possible to want to take a vacation from your children and yet want more children at the same time? I feel like a psycho typing that, but it’s true. I occasionally feel a girl’s spirit around me, and with my daughter asking for a baby sister…..who knows.
But I want to take a vacation from the 3 I have now. I love them to pieces, honestly, I do. I need a break, a chance to regroup, an opportunity to sit and be calm and actually *think*. 90% of the things I do these days are reactionary – I don’t really get an opportunity to truly think things through. What would I think about? Well, lessee….
Do I really want to try for another relationship or just call it quits?
Will my children *really* be OK with just me as their parent?
What, exactly, do I want to do with my life?
IQ question: If some men are fathers, and some fathers are assholes, then all men must be assholes.
My daughter asked me for a baby sister. Sure! I said. Just find a Daddy that’ll stay around for a change.
and on a side note: according to The Spark’s Bitchtest I’m 57% bitch. How about you?
I have a very active imagination, and could logically spend hours daydreaming. I have conversations that I’d like to have with people that I haven’t talked to in years. I say all the things that I think of after the fact when that person at the store leaves me speechless. I say all the things to the fathers of my children that I can’t say to their faces.
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I heard it so many times in my childhood…”You could be SO smart if you wanted to.” or “If you’d only APPLY yourself, you could make straight A’s”
I heard it as a teen. “You can do anything you want to do.” or worse.
Does anyone realize that telling a child “You can do anything, be anything” can be overwhelming to the point of depression? ESPECIALLY if that child is a perfectionist?
Continue reading “Ranting on perfectionism.”