Cats, plz.
Things are all right. I've caught up on my sleep this weekend and played hours and hours of River King DS, which I bought a few days ago. I think I might be on one of those WoW breaks; I haven't played in nearly a week and don't miss it all that much. This happens all the time, and I know I'll come back to it eventually, but now I'm only interested in my consoles.
There's not much going on, but that's good. I think I needed that.
Ice skating on Friday went relatively well. No major injuries and my kids were all good -- except for Michael. But he's another one who clearly has a problem, be it social or emotional, and whose parents either think he's fine or that I, as his daytime guardian, don't need to know about it. Thanks parents! I hope you know you're doing your son a great disservice, asshats. Ignoring that he has a problem isn't helping him, you, or me.
Sometimes, being at camp makes me wonder if I'll have children. And then sometimes I think about how badly parents can fuck up (I see dozens of poor parenting examples a day) and I don't even want to TRY having kids. Because if they get messed up, it would be my fault. So much of who they would become, all in my hands. I had two decent parents, and so many of the worst parts of myself I can trace right back to them. Not all of them, granted, and I don't want to blame my parents for my own issues, but still ... you have to wonder.
Do they ever feel guilty when they look at me, and think they've made mistakes? Will I feel guilty when I look at my children?
I think I'll stick to cats.
There's not much going on, but that's good. I think I needed that.
Ice skating on Friday went relatively well. No major injuries and my kids were all good -- except for Michael. But he's another one who clearly has a problem, be it social or emotional, and whose parents either think he's fine or that I, as his daytime guardian, don't need to know about it. Thanks parents! I hope you know you're doing your son a great disservice, asshats. Ignoring that he has a problem isn't helping him, you, or me.
Sometimes, being at camp makes me wonder if I'll have children. And then sometimes I think about how badly parents can fuck up (I see dozens of poor parenting examples a day) and I don't even want to TRY having kids. Because if they get messed up, it would be my fault. So much of who they would become, all in my hands. I had two decent parents, and so many of the worst parts of myself I can trace right back to them. Not all of them, granted, and I don't want to blame my parents for my own issues, but still ... you have to wonder.
Do they ever feel guilty when they look at me, and think they've made mistakes? Will I feel guilty when I look at my children?
I think I'll stick to cats.