a couple of (large) glasses of red and a cider...it's the perfect time to blog.

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.