Talking to walls
Mar. 27th, 2012 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xylieJim's still sick, leaving me using more social media than is good for me to get my words out. He got sick this weekend taking the older boys on a hike through Sanborn Park. It's one of the more beautiful parks in our area, but scouts insists on holding the hike on a weekend where rain is highly probable.
And so with that, and the stress of his parents's visit, Jim started to come down with a cold. This isn't to say he doesn't love his parents, but he feels routinely on edge whenever he tries to make arrangements with them. He's 36 today but still feels like they don't respect him or trust him to make plans.
I've tried pointing out this has everything to do with them, but he still stresses.
At least today is quiet.
The downside is that I had to scrap all plans of working from home and sneaking out at lunch to get him something nice for dinner. He is entrenched in the house and more importantly in our office space. Got to think of something. Want his day to be special.
Perhaps pork chops.
And so with that, and the stress of his parents's visit, Jim started to come down with a cold. This isn't to say he doesn't love his parents, but he feels routinely on edge whenever he tries to make arrangements with them. He's 36 today but still feels like they don't respect him or trust him to make plans.
I've tried pointing out this has everything to do with them, but he still stresses.
At least today is quiet.
The downside is that I had to scrap all plans of working from home and sneaking out at lunch to get him something nice for dinner. He is entrenched in the house and more importantly in our office space. Got to think of something. Want his day to be special.
Perhaps pork chops.
