Why my kid is soooo wrong...

Apr 06, 2006 19:49

So not much to post about today. Same stuff... different day for the most part. I just took Caty to the park as I promised her I would yesterday when I wouldn't take her. We had to cut the trip way short because I could feel it start sprinkling. Since she rode her bike to the park which is an adventure in itself... I really didn't want to get caught outside in the rain with her for an extended amount of time. So when we were coming back inside and she was bringing her bike inside, I swear she said "Mom... can you help me cause this is hella heavy." Now she MAY have said "really heavy" but I just don't think so because when I asked her to repeat herself she wouldn't do it. That usually means that she said something that she knows she shouldn't have said. That's not really so much a phrase that I use... though I will take credit for many of the foul words that sometimes come out of her mouth. I'm thinking... Daniel? He is the one who taught her GD... by accident I am SURE.

Have I ever mentioned my extreme social anxiety that I am sometimes surprised that I tend to have? Most people are surprised to hear that I have social anxiety because I am such a friendly and chatty person. It really happens more so in settings where I am potentially trying to "make" friends with someone. My friendships generally just work best for me when they just happen to happen over time. But today when I was picking Caty up from school I was reminded of my social anxiety. There is a little boy at her school that is so adorable and she calls him her boyfriend. They follow each other around EVERYWHERE. Also known as Jonathan. I have suspected before that his mom was also a single mom, though I didn't dare ask her. I hate when people ask me that or assume that about me... even though I am. Just because they are usually stereotyping. Anyway... she and I started talking at their school and I threw it out there in the conversation that I was a single mom and she said that she is too. I tried to make myself throw myself out there and make friends with this woman and I just couldn't make myself do it. It kinda freaked me out a little. I have no clue why that happens. I am sure that I could pay some therapist tons of money to help me figure it out and work through it... but it's not really worth it. Maybe next time I'll suggest that we can get the kids together sometime. For the sake of Caty, that is... :)

crazy me, caty

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