I think only of my emotions and lash out
I open my mouth and fuck things up more
I speak my mind and reveal my selfishness
When will I learn that sometimes it's okay to just listen?
When will I learn that it's not all about me?
June 2005 Archives
My comments are stupid,
my thoughts a waste of time,
my words another pillow when you're already suffocating.
I'm sorry you're not happy,
I'm sorry you're so mad.
And I'm sorry I couldn't understand what you needed me to.
H turned six today, and I've gotta say, it doesn't seem like it's been a full year since she turned five. I know she's getting older - the growth spurt she's in the middle of makes that hard to ignore - but it just doesn't seem like that much time has passed. It's great to watch her grow though. Last year she could read some words on her own, but not a lot; now she's reading everything she sees...on her own. She still gets stuck on some words, but I love hearing her sound things out and put them together. All the kids are incredibly bright, but she's the only one I've been present for at this particular stage, and it's just awesome. Next up is summer vacation and after that there's first grade for her, N's first year at junior high, and driving for A. It looks like we're going to have a busy fall.
H's birthday was today, but we had a tea party for her birthday yesterday. I was pretty stressed about how things would turn out, but everything went well and she and her friends seemed to have a great time, so I'm calling it a success. I have a fuckload of laundry calling my name, so I'll have to throw up some pictures and more details later in the week.
Emily Ann was born today, checking in at 19 inches and 6 some-odd ounces, and as excited as I am, you'd think I was the one who'd just given birth instead of just being her aunt. A big congratulations to Wolfie and Mrs. Wolfie, and an even bigger welcome to Emily.
