A terrific way to embarrass both kids is to start rapping along with Migos on “Bad and Boujee.” I managed this twice successfully today: once this morning with Maggie and later this evening with Ethan. I rock.
Supervision followed by supervision. Not gonna lie, I can’t focus very much. I’m wondering how and when I’m supposed to find a house and then pack up this house, but I’ll manage. Always have, always will.
A friend-lleague (colleague who’s a friend) reminded me of a goal I have once I’m licensed: sex therapist. This is something I can do and would excel at because of my ability to A) recognize the importance sexuality plays in our development as humans, and B) my frank manner of discussion regarding sex. I actually speak more “passionately” about music and baseball. Hmmmm….
My boy is about to be 15. Once again his birthday “party” will be small because most of the few friends he invited can’t attend. Every year and it breaks my heart, but I’ve offered to celebrate his birthday at a later date with his friends. We’ll see if he wants to.
I’m heading to bed early again – this time I’ll continue reading “Blink” as “Brave New World” is a really odd book to “grasp” unless I’m reading SparkNotes along with it or on acid, and clearly I won’t do the latter. It didn’t work 24 years ago, unless…
Picture: This is my message on my laptop. Looks like it’s (already) time for a new one.
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