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Showing posts with label Life's Mysteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life's Mysteries. Show all posts
Friday, May 9, 2014
Monday, April 2, 2012
Really, this won't take long . . .
Isn't it interesting how when the internet is available, you can find infinite ways to spend your time doing really cool stuff that would have knocked the socks off your third-grade self, only to realize you haven't really accomplished anything at all?
Then, it's taken away from you for a week or two, and you have to find different ways to fill your time, and you realize you've accomplished more in one day than you did in all the other past weeks, and you wonder why you bother paying the internet company to bring the time-sucker back into your home. But you do it anyway. And then you blog about it.
Or is it just me?
Then, it's taken away from you for a week or two, and you have to find different ways to fill your time, and you realize you've accomplished more in one day than you did in all the other past weeks, and you wonder why you bother paying the internet company to bring the time-sucker back into your home. But you do it anyway. And then you blog about it.
Or is it just me?
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Drudgery
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Helicopter mom?
Perhaps it's because I just have one child, or perhaps it's because I'm still a "new mom," but I still can't understand why I would be expected to leave my child with a person whom he considers a stranger, simply so I can go do something without him when he's only two. It just seems selfish. But perhaps I'm an overbearing mom and my son will never find a job and will live forever in my basement eating take out pizza and playing video games.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Things I don't understand
I've read that children need fathers in their lives, in part, because a father is more likely to rough-house with his children than the mother.
I've read that children need mothers, in part, because a mother is more likely to be caring and nurturing with her children than the father.
So why is it that my child views me as a jungle gym and gives me a fat lip while I'm putting him to sleep?
I've read that children need mothers, in part, because a mother is more likely to be caring and nurturing with her children than the father.
So why is it that my child views me as a jungle gym and gives me a fat lip while I'm putting him to sleep?
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