I don’t do this enough. I feel like I could be doing more, but I have food to cook, dishes to wash, clothes to clean, blah blah blah. There’s always something. I have the idea’s, but never enough time to do them.
We bought a bycycle trailer for him and I plan on going for a bike ride to the farmers market every other weekend with him. It’s small, but I think it would be fun for him.
There always seems to be something going on that takes my time away from him. But I guess the fact that I realize this is probably a good start!
I am very opinionated, and for the most part people like that I say what I mean, that I don’t sugar coat everything. It’s honest and yeah maybe sometimes it’s a bit harsh, but it’s out there. Latey though I feel like I am being mean. Maybe it’s because I am more aware of my behavior because of my son now, but I feel like I need to sensor myself. I make comments on other peoples lives like it’s going to make a difference…so why bother. I get upset at things that are not in my hands…like how someone else is ruining there lives by there stupid behavior. I guess people could look at me and say the same thing. But why do we do this? Why do we have to pick apart other peoples lives. You know, what they’ve done wrong…we don’t usually focus on what they’ve done right do we? So I guess I’m going to try to make an effort not to complain or pick apart other peoples behavior….but I think this one is going to be hard.
So I went 4 days and then I caved. I had a smoke last night. This was a result of me loosing my patience with my son. Again. If only I could get a handle on this patience thing, other things would fall right into place!