Week at a Glance

I must apologize the well has run dry.
What I have here is just a general recap of my week.
And the zany and bizarre that have crossed/entered my orbit.
This is my week with T.
Who is not very happy that mom suddenly is expecting more from him.
More chores done.
More stepping up and if supper is not started (and I don’t expect him to go that far…..yet) at least take the meat out of the freezer.
T: Mom do we really need to have meat? I could just make a pack of rice.
I am loving loving loving what I am now doing at work.
I have sore legs.
Sore thighs.
Sore arms.
Am tired when I get home from work.
In a really good way.
In the last two days (Wed & Thur) I walked 19 km.
19 km.
I have also been asked more than once if I am still enjoying what I am doing.
Me: If we lived in a city where personal shoppers were a thing. That is absolutely what I would be doing. I love the idea of shopping for others.
Embarrassed T this week.
It was just the two of us.
I understand that there are those who are going to raise an eyebrow…..I was laughing so hard I was crying.
Discussion on puberty (not even sure how it started)
Me: So do you have armpit hair yet?
T (scandalized): No and I would not tell you.
Me: What about your dad?
T: Only if he is dead drunk. Otherwise he will tell Papa and grandma and they will tease me.
Me: What about your first pubic hair? Are you going to tell him then?
T: Mom no. I am not telling either of you. You would do something I know it.
Me: Oh so no throwing a party when you get one? A cake in the shape with a single candle? You would not like that? I swear it would just be us I would not tell anyone. 
Other than everyone on my blog who is reading this.
T: Well if we are doing that than of course I want J here.
I understand the hilarity does not come through it was probably one of those had to be there situations but it was priceless.
T (a little after above conversation): Does this mean I am not getting any cake mom? ‘Cause now I would really like cake.
And not to brag or nothing but 146 days sober.
And believe it or not I am not missing it.
Do not miss the fuzzy hungover feeling.
Do not miss the taking three days to recover.
Do not miss the lack of money which I faced due to drinking.
It has been a change.
And I can hardly believe that it has been nearly 5 months.
I did grab a 6 of Pepsi yesterday.
I had cut out drinking pop awhile back.
I needed something though.
A little more than water.
Came home.
Arm load of groceries.
Ex waiting for car.
Could not (the ex) figure out why I parked in the parking lot instead of pulling up in front of my door.
I could not comprehend what he was talking about.
The connection was not made lol
I admit my brain was foggy.
Nagged at T about chores not being done.
Changed.
Put ice in a tall glass.
Poured the Pepsi over listening to the ice pop and the crinkle of the glass filling up.
Sat down.
Took a long sip.
Exhaled.
Relaxed.
Without alcohol.
Bedtime the last couple of nights has been at a really early time.
Wednesday night I made it to just after 9.
Thursday night I barely made 8:30.
Was falling asleep on the couch so I went to bed.
T to be in bed lights out at 10.
I woke up to go to bathroom and T’s lights are still on.
T.V. going.
Poke my head into his room.
Me: That’s it T t.v. off and lights out. I am not impressed.
(I was right groggy in defense)
T: Why?
Me: Because it is bedtime!
T: Mom it is not even 10 yet.
Leaned in and peered at the clock on the stove (no glasses on) and it was only 9:48.
Oooooooops.
There is a demented girl/woman strolling my brain.
She has appeared briefly in my last few poems.
Subtle really.
But she is there.
I am not quite sure where we are going.
She has something to tell me but right now she is getting settled.
Taking over a part of my mind.
So whether a poem or a tale to be told am not sure.
That’s all folks for now.
I really am hoping that Demented is going to start talking soon as she is crowding out everything else.
Have a fabulous Friday folks.
And a wonderful weekend.
©Dec. 11/20
Picture is my own

My True Career

This is not truly a conversation with myself but a friend this morning. We were talking about my post from last evening and he was congratulating me on how I had handled the situation. That most would have shied away from touching on such a difficult subject with a prepubescent child.

I responded with:

There was no point in pulling any punches. With all that kids these days are seeing, hearing, watching and reading, how so much violence and pain is sensationalized and we become inured to it. I will not be party to making my child complacent. He needs to be horrified by violence, pained by the trials of the world that we are living in. (I added in a little more to clarify and paint a picture of what I meant)

It is my job to show him that the world is not always going to be kind but his kindness and his goodness will make a difference.

That is my job as his mom.