I'm trying to get back on track. My nerves are on edge and I just feel like I need to go. I can't go...anywhere. I read blogs last night. It made me wonder why we bother to send our thoughts out there in cyberspace. If words are typed on the page and there is no one to read them, do they still matter?
I guess they do. They definately matter to the person who wrote them.
Chugga chugga! I'm getting on track as a slow start.
When I wrote about the mistake I made at work, I was so jittery. It's time to let it go regardless of what the consequences might be. I think that my jitteriness is caused by something else.
This morning, my little boy said that he didn't want to go to school. He claimed that his arm was hurting and that his throat was sore. I told him that he could go to school anyway. He gave me that look that his father, my ex used to give when he didn't want to do something. A solemn puppy dog eyed stare. So, I let him stay home.
He then told me about girls fliriting with him at school. I assured him that there was nothing wrong with it and told him that it was okay to flirt back. I informed him that he is a handsome guy and girls are going to flirt. He said that he'd thought about asking one of him to be his girlfriend. One that he doesn't really like. I suggested to the little man that he ask to be friends with her by asking for her number. He said that he was waiting for her to ask him for his number. Then he giggled.
It must be hard at 10 to try to approach the opposite sex.
I couldn't even remotely allude to liking a boy at that age...or any other age for that matter.
I'm surprised that I am able to have a discussion like this with my son. It's funny and scary at the same time.
I guess they do. They definately matter to the person who wrote them.
Chugga chugga! I'm getting on track as a slow start.
When I wrote about the mistake I made at work, I was so jittery. It's time to let it go regardless of what the consequences might be. I think that my jitteriness is caused by something else.
This morning, my little boy said that he didn't want to go to school. He claimed that his arm was hurting and that his throat was sore. I told him that he could go to school anyway. He gave me that look that his father, my ex used to give when he didn't want to do something. A solemn puppy dog eyed stare. So, I let him stay home.
He then told me about girls fliriting with him at school. I assured him that there was nothing wrong with it and told him that it was okay to flirt back. I informed him that he is a handsome guy and girls are going to flirt. He said that he'd thought about asking one of him to be his girlfriend. One that he doesn't really like. I suggested to the little man that he ask to be friends with her by asking for her number. He said that he was waiting for her to ask him for his number. Then he giggled.
It must be hard at 10 to try to approach the opposite sex.
I couldn't even remotely allude to liking a boy at that age...or any other age for that matter.
I'm surprised that I am able to have a discussion like this with my son. It's funny and scary at the same time.
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