So, i first found out about "blogging" about a year ago. I always wondered if I'd have the time, or enjoy trying it? Im no English major, and i oftentimes dont have much to say, but 'why cant I just write about my nothings'? So this is the first.
Im 29 and a mother of 2, married, a nurse, and a student. My life is becoming busier and busier with every passing day.
My daughter just started 7th grade and the "hormones of a teenage drama qeen will be the death of me"! Although.... my son just started Kindergarten, and my little "angel" has suddenly turned in to a "havoc reeking, destructive, ornery little pain in my rump". Between the 2 of them Im aging much more rapidly than I scientifically should. I was just thinking Id give the 2 of them away and try again- just go back to the starting line- start over. Just kidding I do love my kids!
I have had a rough, long week and dont understand why i have decided to add another thing to do (blog), to my mile long hopeful list of daily accomplishments. Which, By the way, never gets close to being done. But maybe i need to be able to jot my thoughts down at the end of each day to empty out the brain for a good nights rest. who knows, we'll see.
We went to the local highschool football game tonight, because Camille had some Girlfriends over and I dont trust them to be dropped off and left alone. Maybe I'm paranoid and maybe i just know better? We won, in case anyone was wondering, it was lacking excitement and i found myself looking at all the horrible new fashion trends and disrespectful attitudes of our teenage society.
We showed up late because of the above stated hormonal drama queens, so we were left to sit on the lowest bleacher. Which led to this true story, Involving some of the dissrespectful attitudes previously mentioned. I actually said "Excuse us" to a group of these beings who were standing up in front of us, and 1 of the young ladies turned to me and said "your excused" with alot of head wobbling, eyebrow raising a scowl, and a very nasty tone, all befitting an eccentric brat. After being repremanded or cautioned by her fellow teens she very loudly says " What? Im a Bitch", before being ushered away by her cautious friends. Do mothers actually teach/allow their young girls to act this way to their elders or any adults? I do believe my husband showed a great deal of restraint, as he did not say a word. The only consolation for the struggle it took not to bend that young lady over my knee, was that there was a police officer close by who promptly shuffled all of the congregating teenagers off of the walking passage and into the bleachers or out of the stands.
Yes, there are police officers at our HS games. This is new to me, i went to a single A school, there was no need. There were no students to linger about in the bleachers. If you werent playing , you were in the band! And the school staff and coaches were enough to quell any student uproars, if the parents couldnt settle it first!
Well, i feel Ive rambled enough. I have a very exciting day planned tommorow.
Thanks for reading, hopefully I will be like a fine wine and get better with time, at this Blog thing!
Laurie
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