oh, yes...yes it is.
i'm warm.
the wine is quite tasty.
it's a red that was given to a friend for her birthday.
i have youtube playing eskimo joe songs.
no.
i'm not ashamed of that.
i've liked them from way back...waaay back.
2001 or 2002.
years ago.
gods i feel old.
the small one...is not so small.
he's going to be seven.
this is terrifying.
i remember 7.
i wasn't happy.
he seems happy.
he's having trouble with school.
he's not been paying attention.
i could get away with it to some extent...he doesn't seem to have that.
he said today (for the first time) that he hates school.
i didn't hate school.
school was an escape.
yeah.
my parents are married.
i was born well within wedlock.
it didn't stop the shouting.
or the hitting.
**shrug**
what can i do?
all of that is (thankfully) done with now.
i *can* help my boy.
he's clever and quick.
but...
he needs to want to...
and he doesn't.
gah!
how can i tell him that he needs this?
he needs to feel it for himself.
