Being best friends with someone doesn’t mean that you Skype twice a week at a specific time every time. It doesn’t mean that you text each other all the time, or call every Sunday night before you go to sleep. You don’t have to litter their Timelines or their Ask Boxes…
1:My daughter had an imaginary friend named Sally, she told me once about how Sally was in jail for chopping her mom’s head off….
2:My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”
3:“The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”
4:I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”
5:“I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”
6:“Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he only is there when I’m not around.
7:“There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”
8:My five year old son once looked up at me while we were watching a movie and said, “I think I remember coming out of your no-no.”
9:“Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”
10:My 4yo shook me awake one night and asked if she could sleep with me because tonight the old woman at the window was being mean for some reason.
11:An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, “you know, I think you’d look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.”
12:“Mom, why is that lady from the cemetery sitting in my room?”
Children... the windows of what we cannot see with our cognitive processes... well.. mos people can't see them.
so i was supposed to go to Blizcon in California.. but decided not too because i really don’t care. Just found out the Band for this years concert is one of my favorite bands Blink 182… and my boyfriend already sold my con ticket. I feel like a little kid who was just told santa claus is a lie.
so it has been brought to my attention on a number of occasions where I will leave my house and within 20 minutes i am caught saying i miss my Odieboy. those of you who do not know Odieboy is my cat Otis. now i know I may come off as a crazy cat lady and will often revert to talking in a high pitched derpy voice that i inherited from my old roommate when i talk about him, and people think i’m ridiculous for missing him constantly, but here’s the thing, after giving it some thought I know why I’m like this about Otis. I got my cat Otis as a therapy cat. I was becoming more stressed out with college and my depression and anxiety were coming back full swing and I was relying on my boyfriend to keep me happy. but with him living an hour away, me relying on him was unrealistic and I would spend my time alone sulking, crying, feeling like shit and panicking about my future. So we got me a cat. And let me tell you I love that fucking cat and he made me feel better and not alone for all those months and continues to be a source of joy and companionship for me. And with a recent move ( i now live with said boyfriend) Otis went from having me and other people around all the time and a playmate (roommates cat Milo) to having me and my boyfriend gone most of the day and no one around. And seeing the difference in my happy, fat, lovable, social blob that Otis was to this sad lonely clingy thing was tearing me up. so I recently got a brand new cat, against my mom’s wishes and she keeps asking why? SO here’s why, my cat saved me from losing my fucking mind. so i got him a therapy cat named Pumpkin, a sweet and dainty girl to keep him company so he wouldn’t lose his mind. I thought I fucking owed it to my cat. so maybe i am a crazy cat lady but whatever.