I have always been interested in writing about the things and events of my life. However, I've never felt I was witty or creative enough to be considered a blogger. But, I don't think it matters? I do feel a bit uncomfortable putting myself out there, but this is something I want to do for me, I have nothing to prove to anyone. I would be lying if I said I don't care what you think, because I care it just doesn't matter if I'm not up to some standard the world has set... Anyway, I am taking an administration class right now and I learned some surprising facts. In England some 13 million work days are lost a year due to stress. One way to relieve stress is to vent, and I am aware that I do not do a lot of venting. I'm mostly a listener, and I truly feel as if I'm gossiping or dumping my problems on someone when I vent. So I think this blog will serve a beneficial purpose. I always liked the idea of venting through writing but there is not one poetic bone in me. I find it exciting that a stranger could read what I write and maybe relate. Maybe I can blindly give advice (in a been there, done that sense) and someone out there will be helped. I'm a helper. It's a curse.
I am going to try and keep this a slightly humorous, positive blog. I am also going to try to stick with it because I believe I will learn a lot about myself if I bare all and really think about what's going on inside my head. I appreciate any and all comments and encourage constructive criticism.
I am a single mommy and holy buckets the things kids say and do! I am also pursuing my degree in early child development and working as a pre-school teacher on a military base. A lot of funny things happen to me. I'll talk a lot about random things because I have a hard time keeping my train of thought.. I was an ADD kid* and I can definitely see it rearing its ugly head when I am given a task that requires focus and attention. I have lost a lot of passions that way.
Right, I was going to tell you a funny thing that happened. Two days ago at work a few of my preschool girls were washing their baby dolls in the water table. Some of our dolls have the correct male anatomy and I overheard one particularly spunky little girl (age 4) say, "My babies are having sex!" WHAT?! My reaction could not have been contained if you put me in front of a thousand people all eyes on me. I was shocked! She's four years old and her peers are using the S-E-X word?! I am appalled. And, more so, scared! My daughter will be 3 in 2 months!! I remember being six and clearly thinking sex meant extra long kisses! I am scared for the generation my child will grow up with. It's just so early for this. I wish there was a button that could be turned on (at 30) that tells us everything we need to know about sex, love, and all the great things that happen when the two things don't come hand in hand and a baby is born.
Heartache.
I will share much more on the subject of the lack of love (and sex) in my life and the abundance of wonderful, beautiful, smart, mostly innocent and loving children I am surrounded by every day. For now, I have to get some rest, I have a birthday party to attend tomorrow!
Princesses welcome!
*correction, child with ADD.. the child comes before the diagnoses.. just something to think about
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