Where it is that time of year...
It is that time of year again. Almost fall...the time of year that brings me the most stress. Raising a child on your own is tough but never as tough as when the school year approaches. Not only do I have to run around getting this and that for his school needs, meetings at school, dealing with his stress over starting another school year, but it is also his birthday. September 14th is a terrible birthday...It does not give him a lot of time to meet new kids at school so his birthdays of the past have been rather kidless. While he was playing baseball we had those kids and before my cousin got divorced and his kids moved far away we had those kids. It takes him a long time to meet and make friends at school and I am hoping that this year being in the same school that we quicken the process but at the end of the day he is a only kid and that makes socialization tough.
On top of that is seems the people in my life wind up doing something stupid on or around my kid's birthday that doesn't do anything but fucking stress me out. Last year Lea decided to stop by and bring all of her chaos with her. That did not go well for anyone. The year before the ex wife and I got into a huge fight, and the year before that I thought it would be a good idea to have the girl I was dating through a party at my house and invite the ex...that double did not go well for anyone. Given all of that can anyone blame him for not being that excited about his birthday?
That just makes me sad. Eleven is way too young to lose that birthday excitement. I lost mine pretty early too...mostly because of the 17 birthdays I had as a kid...none of them stand out. There are no really great memories there and that is not something I want for my son.
That is why I have something big planned. Hopefully I can pull it off. We shall see there are several problems to work out but hopefully I can get it all taken care of.
On top of that is seems the people in my life wind up doing something stupid on or around my kid's birthday that doesn't do anything but fucking stress me out. Last year Lea decided to stop by and bring all of her chaos with her. That did not go well for anyone. The year before the ex wife and I got into a huge fight, and the year before that I thought it would be a good idea to have the girl I was dating through a party at my house and invite the ex...that double did not go well for anyone. Given all of that can anyone blame him for not being that excited about his birthday?
That just makes me sad. Eleven is way too young to lose that birthday excitement. I lost mine pretty early too...mostly because of the 17 birthdays I had as a kid...none of them stand out. There are no really great memories there and that is not something I want for my son.
That is why I have something big planned. Hopefully I can pull it off. We shall see there are several problems to work out but hopefully I can get it all taken care of.