Another hole in the wall

Anger; yesterday (Feb 16) my son was fifteen, stayed home from school for being sick again. About four in the afternoon, he started pleading with his mum to let him go to his friends house, “they will even come to pick me up”, says he. The problem is that he is still contagious with strep throat and he’s not going anywhere. He cries “just let me gooo”, instead it’s “go to your room” that he hears. Up off the couch he jumps, proceeds across the room, punching the wall and storms off to his room, slamming the door. 

Today, it’s like nothing ever happened, except there is a fist size hole where the wall should be. 

***sigh***

Today, he turned sixteen…

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About Kenneth T.

My blog, My way Welcome to a little piece of my life. Here you will find things concerning my everyday experiences and or my thoughts on everyday happenings. For instance you may find thoughts of my Farmstead, which is as my wife calls it, our Accidental Farming life. Perhaps on a whim, I might just jump on a soap box about what's going on with my crazy family (the immediate one, that is).~You don't need to put a penny in the coin slot for any commentary there~ You may find, new additions to what I call "Hobby-time". Ahh yes, my hobby... I make pinback buttons (some call them badges). Sorry for the shameful plug ;-) *** And then there is the outside the box or "Offtrack" thinking, part of me. Which can be anything else from aliens to the zoology of the Loch Ness monster, but will probably be more mundane as health concerns, for instance, to vaccinate or not. Is the Earth Flat or is it Hollow? Is there a dome? Is any of it real? Do you really want to know? Police brutality and the continuing corruption of established government, Big Business, Big Oil, Big Brother. Can we survive? Should we survive? The coming montrary collapse. There is so much going on, more then we see outside our windows.
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2 Responses to Another hole in the wall

  1. The hardest job in the world is parenting. You work, you slave, you bleed, you cry and you sigh…and then one day you’re watching your child go through the exact same motions. My thoughts are with you.

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    • Kenneth T. says:

      Sadly, I don’t believe he sees me as a parent, just the guy that married his mom. But, I am the bread winner, I put a roof over his head, shoes on his feet, and food in his belly.

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