Reading Babygirls_Babydolls's journal

I always have time to write. I sign in alot during the day. I read everyones blogs. I can't say why I do this instead of posting from day to day. I could probably come up with 3 or 4 entries a day if I would. I just don't. It is quite interesting infact, Because when I write. I find myself sometimes in a trance like state. Writing is a meditation of sorts. The Later the hours of day the more helpful the writing becomes to me. I invision a reality in which people can't see because of closed thinking. Deeper and broader is the subject on its many things. For in the dark we cannot see, but we can see. Termonoglogy light within you. Defining light as more than just light. Of course in a way the light is sort of an electrical force, but not really so. This makes no sense.

Ponder the thoughts of the day with me. Currently it is 10 am Tuesday morning. Today is the second day Dylan has been to school on his crutches. Had I known the teachers, and students were gonna baby him so much. I woulda took him last week. We walk in the school and the home ec teach and several other staff says oh Dylan you need a wheelchair. So he sits now in class wheelchair around school. That kids gonna ferget how to walk. I have nly washed dishes and made beds. So,Off to do the daily chores.

Chapter 2

10:10 cuts off blues clues and walks back to computer to listen to the music I downloaded

Chapter 3
11;30AM DEPRESSION IS YOUR DEMONS? Sometimes I feel hes looking down on me, and other times I just want to go away. We will carry on as the song goes. Even your memory will carry on. Fighting our demons. EVEN WHEN YOUR DEAD AND GONE IT WILL LIVE ON. Changes songs and heads to wash a load of clothes. I don't wanna go another day without telling you exactally what is on my mind.

Chapter 4
12:30 n the Houseworks almost done. All I need to do is fold a load of clothes, make Dylans Bed, and clean the fan blades. Wow, and I got 3 hours to do all that in. Oh yeah I smell pinesol which reminds me I also have to mop.

Dylan got his Progress report not report card the other day. He made 3 f's and 4 b's. Thats not cool. Yesterday he stayed after school for an extra hour to catch up on science. Where he has been absent for 2 weeks. He was suppose to stay with His math Teacher today but he suddenly tells me he doesn't stay after school I'll have to do it in the morning hours. Wens he stays after an hour for math, and thursday he goes in an hour early for reading. Poor kids working a 40 hr job..

My depression gets better then it gets worse. I gotta lift my head out of this darkness.

I hope to write more frequently. I can't say that I will. But, I do enjoy going back and being able to say oh yeah I went so and so on so and so day..

2 men stand in prision bars one see mud the other sees stars
~ Babygirls_babydolls ~

Hope Willingham ~ Babygirls_babydolls ~ " Two men stand in prison bars, one sees mudd the ot

This journal has a nice feel to it. As hectic -- I imagine -- as a day would be for a mom and then for a son, too, it wasn't hard to picture if it were me in either place.

When I was going to school I did well in some subjects and poor in others. I equate it now with not knowing what to know to complete assignments and do well on examinations.

In my case math was the most challening subject. Though I love math -- I mean really love math -- I score poorly on examinations. But, I do my homework and am able to follow along during lectures.

Thank you for sharing part of your day and world with us.

What comes around goes around.

This post was edited by smashedmotif on Mar 26, 2007.