It is no secret that I am not a big fan of summer.
July is my least favorite month of the year. It just goes on and on and on....
I am always hot. Always sweaty.
I miss cool weather and wearing layers, pretending my bulky clothes are hiding all my extra pounds.
But mostly, I miss my kid being in school.
He is the love of my life. My one and only baby. My child. My son. My everything.
But holy shit camp is just not enough!!! It's time for school to start again!!!
He is only 10 but sometimes talks to me like a snotty disrespectful teenager.
About a week ago, I was OVER IT!!! I said, that's it - no phone tomorrow. And I meant it. He did not have his phone at all the next day.
A few days later we once again had a moment where I gave him a warning saying -
keep it up and I will take away that phone.
He replied with - here we go again with your blackmail.
Blackmail.
Is he freaking kidding me? I can't even....
School. Please. Soon.
July is my least favorite month of the year. It just goes on and on and on....
I am always hot. Always sweaty.
I miss cool weather and wearing layers, pretending my bulky clothes are hiding all my extra pounds.
But mostly, I miss my kid being in school.
He is the love of my life. My one and only baby. My child. My son. My everything.
But holy shit camp is just not enough!!! It's time for school to start again!!!
He is only 10 but sometimes talks to me like a snotty disrespectful teenager.
About a week ago, I was OVER IT!!! I said, that's it - no phone tomorrow. And I meant it. He did not have his phone at all the next day.
A few days later we once again had a moment where I gave him a warning saying -
keep it up and I will take away that phone.
He replied with - here we go again with your blackmail.
Blackmail.
Is he freaking kidding me? I can't even....
School. Please. Soon.
