My oldest son told me can speak brain rot language, now, and like, I canβt get over how close the acorn fell from the tree. Itβs like weβre related or something. #reapwhatyousow
Heβs also six years away from being how old I was when I gave birth to him. I accidentally blinked, I guess.
Heβs also six years away from being how old I was when I gave birth to him. I accidentally blinked, I guess.
That's a slap of reality right there. When I was my son's age, I was a Private in the US Army stationed at Ft. Carson, CO. When I was my oldest daughter's age, I was a Specialist (E4) stationed in West Germany wondering if we were going to war with the Soviet Union.
@Gunther, woah, hold your horses. I was making a silly general statement, not trying to complain about him. I have lots of things about him that Iβm proud about with his successes. Iβm not really into pushing my childrenβs achievements (nor mine for that matter) onto everyone. I donβt need other peopleβs approvals or praise. As well, every parenting book I have read (which is more than an arms full) has said comparing your children to other people is bad parenting and therefore, a total no-no.
On a more Christianity level, bragging can cause embarrassment or embitterment in other people. There are prayers in which we ask God to keep us from doing these things. I try to abide by them to the best of my imperfect abilities.
when it is 34 degrees outside and you have a ceiling fan on and several family members think you are odd. It takes alot for me to say I am cold you guys might be freezing but I am good
I am spoiled rotten by my man to the point that I lost some braincells. I had always been an overthinker, extra guarded and analytical, when I'm with him, my head is empty and my batteries are charging just by being in his presence.
I have been girl bossing hard for years with no vacation days whatsoever. I think I needed this.