“I wish you were an ant so I could stomp on you right now!” So basically my nephew wants to kill me and I may need to start sleeping with my eyes open. Its really not funny, I am quite hurt, but I can see that he is confused by his actions too. He keeps saying everyday he gets in trouble even though he tries not to. Its only borderline true though because he has actually been getting into less trouble. He is doing so much better; most days. I can clearly see he is trying and I give him positive reinforcements for his trouble, but when he does becomes disrespectful, he goes all out and keeps it coming! I warned him and gave him chance after chance to cease his disrespectfulness, but when he told me I had an attitude(after I told him he needed to cut his out), that was the straw that brought him down; and me because soon after is when he verbalized his desire to kill me. I gotta give him props though. I am his Aunt and he wished I was an Ant… kids smart.
Now I am not. I guess that’s just the way it is. I was inspired, but as usual my feelings of unity with the world were fleeting and I am back to drowning in my own personal internal hell. Yay me(thanks for this annoying phrase, writers of Suite Life of Zach and Cody)! Can I write past these feelings? Probably, but lets work up to that. Right now, Supernatural is calling my name; so I’ll skip the pep talk and peace out for now.