and so there I was whining to shazzy 'I'm so mad! He lost my phone and I'm yelling at the top of my lungs and it's like he doesn't even care about my things! Then to top it all off I am just tired. I am tired or repeating the same things over and over...brush your teeth...take a shower...flush the toilet...clean your room...don't be mean to your brother..."
This all over my 13 year old. It's as if you talk into one ear and there it goes out the other; sailing to the next continent.
and my rant continues...
"I mean give me a break. I have told them...
(them being the 9 year old now lumped into the same pile of mess)
...since they were 3 to keep their hands and feet to themselves and not touch things that don't belong to them. I mean...Stop touching my shit"
This rant continues to Shazzy as she just patiently listens.
Yes a big pity party. I am completely aware. None of these are my best adult moments I can tell you. But it is what it is. and I do see it for what it is.
So she goes to the car and talks to them a little that she knows they can do better and so forth.
We go home...I calm down...having gotten it out of my system and still no phone.
Later that evening I tell the boys I am running to Nana's for a moment and will be right back.
Now Nana lives 2 minutes from us. You can walk there and spit 3 times and your there.
I was going to show our pet, we'll call "Napoleon"who is an apple head chihuahua. I had came home that evening to see blood all over is chest. He had gotten into a fight with something and had incisor lacerations and scratches. I wanted her to look to see if he needed stitches. Turns out after bathing him you could see scratch marks and little incisor indents and tears in his skin from a cat who was cornered by a chihuahua with a'little dog' complex. As I am ready to leave my mother says my son left his phone in her truck and I should take it and use it until he produces mine. Sounds like a good idea...so I do.
Today as I am sitting in the car I decide to put a background on his phone using one of his pictures he's taken with his phone. As I am trying to decide which one I find a camera shot of a porn magazine picture with a girl bending over, her skirt hiked up, with a guy behind her. So...now a little upset wondering what the heck is my 13 year old doing when I thought he was keeping it clean , I check his ya-hoo. There is a registration request for Lesbian videos. So now...I'm pretty much what the hell do I say. I don't have a clue how to address this. I am a little taken back right now.
Anyways...Shazzy and I go to lunch and she brings with her the sweetest thing. She made me a t-shirt that has a respect logo on the left chest and on the back a big respect logo with the word 'Respect' printed on it. It was so sweet. So thoughtful. So caring.
'Here's the personal part...and I am not sorry and I make no apologies...this is my story...the incognito dreamer story...'thank you Shazzy. That was very thoughtful and touched my heart. Thank you so much for thinking about me and going beyond just letting me vent to actually making a gesture that says 'hey I feel what your going through. I can empathise. I heard what you had to say and your not in this alone"...Good night Shazzy." (insert boyscout salute here)
This all over my 13 year old. It's as if you talk into one ear and there it goes out the other; sailing to the next continent.
and my rant continues...
"I mean give me a break. I have told them...
(them being the 9 year old now lumped into the same pile of mess)
...since they were 3 to keep their hands and feet to themselves and not touch things that don't belong to them. I mean...Stop touching my shit"
This rant continues to Shazzy as she just patiently listens.
Yes a big pity party. I am completely aware. None of these are my best adult moments I can tell you. But it is what it is. and I do see it for what it is.
So she goes to the car and talks to them a little that she knows they can do better and so forth.
We go home...I calm down...having gotten it out of my system and still no phone.
Later that evening I tell the boys I am running to Nana's for a moment and will be right back.
Now Nana lives 2 minutes from us. You can walk there and spit 3 times and your there.
I was going to show our pet, we'll call "Napoleon"who is an apple head chihuahua. I had came home that evening to see blood all over is chest. He had gotten into a fight with something and had incisor lacerations and scratches. I wanted her to look to see if he needed stitches. Turns out after bathing him you could see scratch marks and little incisor indents and tears in his skin from a cat who was cornered by a chihuahua with a'little dog' complex. As I am ready to leave my mother says my son left his phone in her truck and I should take it and use it until he produces mine. Sounds like a good idea...so I do.
Today as I am sitting in the car I decide to put a background on his phone using one of his pictures he's taken with his phone. As I am trying to decide which one I find a camera shot of a porn magazine picture with a girl bending over, her skirt hiked up, with a guy behind her. So...now a little upset wondering what the heck is my 13 year old doing when I thought he was keeping it clean , I check his ya-hoo. There is a registration request for Lesbian videos. So now...I'm pretty much what the hell do I say. I don't have a clue how to address this. I am a little taken back right now.
Anyways...Shazzy and I go to lunch and she brings with her the sweetest thing. She made me a t-shirt that has a respect logo on the left chest and on the back a big respect logo with the word 'Respect' printed on it. It was so sweet. So thoughtful. So caring.
'Here's the personal part...and I am not sorry and I make no apologies...this is my story...the incognito dreamer story...'thank you Shazzy. That was very thoughtful and touched my heart. Thank you so much for thinking about me and going beyond just letting me vent to actually making a gesture that says 'hey I feel what your going through. I can empathise. I heard what you had to say and your not in this alone"...Good night Shazzy." (insert boyscout salute here)
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