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Returning to life again
Things seem to be improving. Warren still isn't exactly happy to be on house arrest, (like any teenager would be), but he's come to accept it. I think he may be plotting something, I'm keeping my ears out.
I let him come to the store with me tonight, I want to have some good time with him, reinforce that it's the behavior not him I hate. We actually had a pretty good time. It was nice to have an actual conversation complete with joking for the first time in 3 days.
After tonight I think I may be finally caught up on my sleep. I was so tired even today, I almost dozed off on one particularly long winded customer.
Scarier yet is the idiot ex and I actually agreed on his behavior adn consquences. I know, I'm waiting to do a gravity check too.
I hate grocery stores. I went there just to get a couple things, some TP, some milk, maybe a bit of fruit. I walked out with $40 of groceries and I'm still not sure what I bought. We had lasagna for dinner. After we got back Warren ate three bowls of Fruity Pebbles, half pint of raspberries (and I wanted some - damn!), and almost an entire pint of blueberries, tell I told him he had to leave me some for breakfast. Glad to know grouding hasn't killed his appetite.
He also has some nasty looking scabs on his arms, from where they ran into a fence behind Marty's house, when they ducked out the back to avoid Jen (Jasper's mom). I think that was the universe's way of telling him something. They look like they are healing fine, hopefully they won't get infected. He looks like somebody took a huge razor across both of his biceps. Even if they heal fine, I have a feeling he will have some nice scars for the rest of his life, to remind him of what happens when you lie to your mother. I can't wait to hear him explain it to his children. I plan to enjoy that one.
Apparently stress is also a great weightloss tool. I seem to have suddenly dropped another two pounds. That puts me 1/3 of the way to my goal, actually a little more than 1/3. But I'm not letting him know that.
Back to our regularly scheduled lives. Thank God!!
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.