just a little rant. there's a small chance my husband would ever read this blog, but even if he did i don't care.
we were talking about his online class that he's been taking and he has to write a lot of essays, and i jokingly asked him if he wants me to write a paper for him and he pretty much responds something like NO because i write a lot better than you. yes i don't capitolize my letters and take time to correct my punctuations on blogger or mostly anywhere else, i haven't been in school for years and the only time i take my time with writing is if i'm taking it seriously.
seriously though, who does he think i am? a dumb nut? ugh, it's not easy having a child period. i'm the kind of person who likes to concentrate on one important thing at a time and right now it's keenan.
a few things i think about from time to time are the chances i was given to do things with my life. i know i have let a number of teachers down with my poor decisions i've made, and to think of how they saw great potential in me.
so why am i offended really? there are times when i feel like my husband is more in love with the idea of me verses really getting to know me for me. :/ i said feel, not i know.