|Laughing it up|
I'm in total denial. I'm also in denial that my son will grow up one day and like, be a big boy, a teenager (ARGH!) and then a man and stuff. That's just weird. I know nothing about raising boys. Boys are still so mysterious to me. I look at boys running riot in shopping centres, parks, outside of schools and I think, good God, someone control those creatures. When they push past me at the shops with their dirty socks and they're stinky boy smell, I recoil in horror. Then I realise that in the not too distant future I'll have one of those and will be unable to control him, or his body odour, either. Scary.
On another note, I don't have much good news for you. Unfortunately I have not been walking, have not stopped eating red rooster chips and nor have I organised any kind of study for myself. I have, however, thought about doing these things often. The curse of the procrastinator...
Why can't I just get off my fat butt and put my mind to good use?!