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Conversations with my ten year old
Mom can I go swimming
Depends, when where and with who..
Its at ***** (school), tommorrow, and about $.75 or a dollar or so..
Well I'm pretty broke until I get paid Friday, so you'll have to pay out of your lawn money..
uh uh uh..
I don't have the extra right now.. Warren you can start paying for some of your own extras.
Okay, but when you get paid will you pay me back?
**insert motherly look of ??? and I don't think so...
And then this morning as we were getting ready to leave the house on a few errands, he was on the couch dressed except for his socks and shoes. I tossed his shoes his way and told him to get his carcass in motion.
Mom can you put my shoes on me please...
You are ten not three, I think you can put your own shoes on your feet. I'm your mother not your servant.
Please mom, my knee hurts ..
Well if your knee hurts that bad, that you can't put your own shoes on, than you must feel pretty bad, too bad to go swimming or with me, or do anything but lay on the couch.
Mooooom.... (starts to get up and put shoes on as I leave the house..)
I can put my shoes on, but its just easier and I like it better when you do it.
Warren if you want to be treated like a ten year old and not a baby then you have to act like a ten year old.
Yeah but you still call me 'your baby' and never let me do anything anyway...you always treat me like a baby
Then stop acting like one, get your shoes on and lets go..
Sometimes parenthood really has its moments, especially when you have a ten year old son, who wants to be catered to like a three year old, but have the privledges of a 16 year old. And yes he is still my baby..
Prequels ~ Sequels
Daily Dumbass: the idiot I almost plowed in to be cause he turned on red light in front of me as I was comming thru a green light..
Thankful For: Halloween is only 8 days away..payday is tommorrow
Music of the mind: : Listening to netscape radio.. "spining wheel spinning...drop all your ..catch your painted pony"
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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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.