Aren't you proud of me? I've been writing a lot.
I actually have shit I need to get done but since I started this already, I'll write a bit. I found a simple enough looking cheesecake recipe for Thanksgiving. I got an idea to make an Oreo crusted cheesecake out of these Oreos that nobody eats and I've been fixated on that even though I don't really like cheesecake and I've never made one from scratch in my life. I hope it doesn't suck.
Help! I can't stop buying things for my son! His birthday was on Saturday and I'm already buying him more stuff. The thing is, when he says "Mommy, I want to paint", I feel the need to run out and get him paints before the urge passes. He has an easel my dad gave him one? two? years ago and he used it for a while and then we needed more space so it went up to the spare room and he never really used it again. The other day he came down in his Home Depot smock with a paint brush in his hand and said "I want to paint but I couldn't find my paints." So today I went out and got him paints (because his old ones dried up). Watch, now he won't want to do it.
I just want to indulge him in his interests so hopefully he finds out what he loves (or even likes) to do a little earlier than mommy did. So he's not stuck feeling like an empty shell because he didn't find out until he was married with kids that that's not really what he wanted, after all, and that he'd be much happier painting on the beach in Tahiti, or whatever his calling turns out to be.
*cough* Sorry that went south a bit. Why is it that when I start writing with a positive vibe it always downspirals into self-loathing? LOL.
In good news, my son and I had a nice day yesterday. We were so busy he didn't have time for meltdowns. He got a gift from a friend at school who couldn't make it to his party. It turned out to be something he already had, and the receipt was taped on the box! Hooray! At first he though he might want to keep it, just to have extra, but later on he decided he wanted to exchange it.
At Toys R Us, I started feeling awful. It's that time when my insides basically hate me. So I asked him to please hurry and pick something and he was very good about that and we came home. I felt awful and my son actually said, "Wow mommy, you must feel really bad." It was one of the first signs of empathy I'd seen him display so earnestly like that. Usually he's like, "Eh, whatever, help me with my Legos."