Oh I know... I don't know about you, but I have allowed my whole life to be about my children. Sometimes I write a little and the other times I am on the 2 forums, but that's about it. I don't think of anything else but the kids. I don't know how it happened but it just did. Weird though, because as they go through puberty, they tend to be a little distant and I am not quite comfortable with that yet. But it is happening and I must deal with it. Don't get me wrong they still hang out with me but they would rather be in their rooms playing, reading - whatever. Or chatting on the phone with friends or suitors. Even on line with their friends. And yet they are good kids. I should be thankfull for that. But my heart bleeds just a tad these days.
Poor dear, I am lost without my children... My heart hurts when they are gone. Like last weekend they both went on musice camp and I felt hollow inside. Like someone placed a dagger through my heart
I'm back, yes, I forget about the time difference. Sorry good evening to you.
Morning, have to drop the kids off to school, back in half an hour... Ciao
Sorry Bien, have to run... Hopefully this will be my last time at this smelly internet cafe and I shall be back to normal tonight... Here's hoping. Ciao
No darl, but I will check it out now. Thanks dear.
Bien, my time at the library is running out, I must leave, chat soon. Ciao, say hello to my prescious when you see her. Mwah to you and the children.
Yes, she did mention it, the last time I was on. But she is my sweetie. I miss her and I hate not having access to the internet. Ah well, it will pass, I guess. What about you have you found work yet?
Nevermind, you'll get by, it is only one day. Feeling sad, my Haunted is not here today. And I finally have an hour on the internet at the library too.
Aw, a mwah for her little head. What's the weather like, maybe you can take them for a walk or something. Gee I know how hard it is to be stuck at home with the little ones. You may have to find a new way of entertaining them, I'm afraid.
