Aimee

Guess what, peeps?!? I wrote a sex scene today, a really bad sex scene but a sex scene none the less. Apparently I’m a bit rusty but I wasn’t going to let that stop me, oh no. So hold on Angie, my love, cause it’s onwards and upwards from here (I think – LOL).

Moving on... I just read an article online about a bunch of people, umm, somewhere in the northeast (Boston, I think) having a heated debate over what to call that pretty pine tree you trim with a zillion twinkling lights and all kinds of sparkly ornaments every December. So, is it a ‘Christmas Tree’ or a ‘Holiday Tree’? Now, no offense intended to anyone (honestly), but really, what’s the point in debating over something so trivial? People are going to call it whatever the hell they want to call it and debating over what’s proper or offensive to other cultures, religions, etc. isn’t going to change that. Personally, I call it a Christmas tree, I’ve always called it a Christmas tree and I’ll always call it a Christmas tree but I’m not going to launch a debate with the next person I hear call it a Holiday tree for pity’s sake. Why would I? That’s their prerogative and they’re entitled to it.

And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not doing such a fantastic job in the mommy department. I’m fumbling badly and try as I might, I just can’t get a handle on Cameron’s behavior and God, I don’t know what to do. I’m so worn out – emotionally, mentally, physically – and no matter what I try, his attitude and his behavior gets worse. And I’ve been having some bad moments here lately where I feel like a failure in the parenting department because if I were giving him what he needs, he wouldn’t be acting out like this. I don’t know, I guess I just keep trying, you know?

Well, I’ve got a migraine, it’s past midnight, I need a shower and there’s a new Nora Roberts book sitting on the coffee table that’s begging to be read. Night.