Last night I came into my bedroom and was immediately informed that “it” was none of my beeswax. I did not know what “it” was, but was pretty sure that “it” wasn’t good. However I am a huge fan of natural consequences and so I walked away. 15 minutes later the boy was screaming
Tag: raising a boy
I often describe myself as trapped in the 70’s with all of the rainbows and unicorns. All I ever wanted when I was growing up, was to be a mom. Now that I am a mom. I realize all I ever wanted to be was a mom in the 70s. I am not the soccer
It’s that time again. Actually. I forgot last week. Sorry. I think I have too many things going on, but not so many that I can’t share with you, by popular demand, and my own delusions of grandeur, or ridiculous narcissism when it comes to my son. The new blog: IsaiahDotCom. Actually he demanded it.