E refused to get out of bed this morning; not even after I smothered him with kisses and sang an operetta while giving him a super-wedgie. He said something about the pockets of his jeans being damp, so how could he... fuzzy logic.
I gave him fair warning, then his brother and I left without him.
He keeps calling, and calling instead of getting his spoiled ass to school.
Sigh.
He just called again to tell me he's sorry and I think he's finally on his way.
Last night he couldn't sleep after drinking the half gallon of chocolate milk that I'd warned against. He walked into my room while I was talking on the phone with a gentleman friend. Picture me shooing him out while trying to sound sweet and low. he started making demands... he's hungry, he can't sleep... I don't keep enough food in the house... on and on. It was an irrational rant, something he's done before when he's very tired or on the verge of illness. Lately he starts to bristle if I get a phone call, or get on the computer to check my e-mail or play in the blogosphere. I try to keep certain elements of my life from them; there has been is very little to keep; a phone call, or a few e-mails. I've password protect on all of my private writing, I try to avoid little white lies about when I'm spending time with someone I'm interested in knowing better; I try to keep my social world to myself, because when it bleeds over into his world, E has such an angry reaction. I'm certain he doesn't know it, but he's angry with me for divorcing his father. It doesn't matter how or what went down; I am the devil in this detail.
It's no fun being the devil in the detail.
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I meant to get back here weeks ago, Lu. Sorry for the delay. I really enjoy your take on life and the way you express yourself. May I blogroll you?
That description of the guy you seek a few posts back: I'll keep an eye out for him and let you know, okay? I'd be perfect for you except a few solid disqualifiers, like I'm very happily married and I'm most likely too old--painful as it is to admit that last one.
Thanks for finding me and please excuse my lateness in responding.
It's confusing to be a kid. And then they can be so annoying!
Sounds like the hormones are kicking in, too. I say puberty is like being on bad drugs for about eight years.
find myself agreeing with SFDH - ah, those halcyon days of things dropping and breaking and all the confusion that comes with it!!!!!
that aside break-ups suck for all of us, i guess just in very different ways
am thinking of you guys...
see, next time you need to do what my mom taught me. you need to have a few bowls of peanut butter cap'n crunch (maybe with chocolate milk?) that cures broken hearts. and gives you fantastic gas for sitting in classrooms all day
D & ha! Ok Van you made me laugh out loud and I had to explain this to my students who were reading so quietly. Seriously Dude, I am so going to try this--
"OH -- You know what sounds really good right now? A great big salad bowl full of Cap'n Crunch. Isn't that the greatest after school snack ever? It's sweet and it's crunchy and it shreds ths shit out of the roof of your mouth..."
-- Brian Copeland
You told me it is wrong to sacrifice yourself to motherhood.
I am in the awkward position of disagreeing with you while living my life as if I did agree with you.
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