My mind is wondering this morning as a storm suddenly appear out my window. My first thoughts are of happiness because I love the heavy rain and we don't get it very often here. But then I'm reminded that we might be driving in this on our way to Utah tomorrow morning with all of our cargo in the bed of the truck and possible snow on the pass and I have mixed feeling now.
On another note, Brad was in an accident two Mondays ago and he is fine. However our car and my faith in the goodness of people have both been crushed. If you know something was your fault and the police officer says it was your fault and to everyone appearing on the scene says it's your fault, why not just own up to it and let the poor family who's car you totaled have their money so they can get on with their life. It's not really the money that has been giving me a headache these past couple of weeks, but the countless hours on the phone making phone calls just to be told, no call this person, who tells you to call the person who just told you to call them. Can I have my life back please?
So hopefully today we will be getting a new (used) car. We'll see.
Does anyone have any tips on how to deal with a child that NEVER stops talking? I can't just tune him out because he EXPECTS an answer and is relentless about it. It doesn't help that I can hardly understand a word he's saying. So everything takes 10 times as long because I'm trying to figure out what he wants so I can come up with an acceptable answer which will only create another question. It is never ending and I think I'm going to go crazy before too long. By the way, I had to read that last paragraph three times to figure out where I was because I had to stop and "talk" to Johnny.
Well, I guess I can only throw out so many boring random thoughts before I bore and you stop reading anyway; so I will end it here and start thinking about packing for our trip and try to listen to the sound of the rain instead of Johnny's rambling.
On another note, Brad was in an accident two Mondays ago and he is fine. However our car and my faith in the goodness of people have both been crushed. If you know something was your fault and the police officer says it was your fault and to everyone appearing on the scene says it's your fault, why not just own up to it and let the poor family who's car you totaled have their money so they can get on with their life. It's not really the money that has been giving me a headache these past couple of weeks, but the countless hours on the phone making phone calls just to be told, no call this person, who tells you to call the person who just told you to call them. Can I have my life back please?
So hopefully today we will be getting a new (used) car. We'll see.
Does anyone have any tips on how to deal with a child that NEVER stops talking? I can't just tune him out because he EXPECTS an answer and is relentless about it. It doesn't help that I can hardly understand a word he's saying. So everything takes 10 times as long because I'm trying to figure out what he wants so I can come up with an acceptable answer which will only create another question. It is never ending and I think I'm going to go crazy before too long. By the way, I had to read that last paragraph three times to figure out where I was because I had to stop and "talk" to Johnny.
Well, I guess I can only throw out so many boring random thoughts before I bore and you stop reading anyway; so I will end it here and start thinking about packing for our trip and try to listen to the sound of the rain instead of Johnny's rambling.
1 comment:
Well. Let me tell you. I am encountering a similar problem with Ruby... but she doesn't not stop talking like my friend's little boy. He is such a chatterbox. We just went to lunch, and oh my, he loves to talk! His mama is patient, but I don't know, if he were mine, it would be hard to be so attentive. Ruby is just slightly less talkative than him, but it's still really hard. I don't want to crush her spirit but SERIOUSLY. Did our moms listen to our every thought and need?
p.s. I hate having to take care of insurance stuff... it bugs me. I wish you health and safety driving to Utah. Wish I could see you.
xoxo
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