February 10, 2011

some things never change (and never will)

dear my kid still won't stop screaming in his room diary,

i think he might be on his phone, he's playing sudoku again and it infuriates him and it makes me laugh out here. he used to get mad when he was a baby- his toys would piss him off- by gawd he would stomp his feet and things would fall from his window down to the yard. his little men and trucks back then- i would run them over with the mower- i always had to raise the blades cuz the unibomber kept them lower. he really would cry- and i should never write this down- but i would purposely run over the barbies- thank goodness it was a stage- for he was mad with rage- when he found them bitches in the garbage. he got them out and boy did he shout- "MOM YOU KILLED MY BARBIES." looking my son in the eye i could not tell him i was sorry. he hated me for a while- but that wasn't in style, 'a boy playing with dolls,' well, fifteen years later- he's pretty much straighter- and the barbies thank God are still dead. he's still kindof weird- almost has a beard- and drives like an old lady. now he mows over my stuff in the yard- and he's the one who is shady.