Wo(a)ndering thoughts!!!

Welcome to the latest episode of "Things My Son Thinks I Broke," where the situations are tiny but the reactions are massive! My theory is that whenever A has a free day, he must create some miniature-sized drama to ruin the day, and I am, of course, the unsuspecting co-star. This particular Saturday was supposed to be a fun day—no sports for the first time in eight months, a beautiful sunny winter day, and a road trip with a packed lunch and snacks! What could possibly go wrong? PC:Google image Turns out, me trying to get ready is what goes wrong. I get ready and come out to see that G was giving A a serious dressing-down. This was my first sign of trouble since arguments are usually my territory. I quickly discovered the crime: apparently, the Eiffel Tower was broken. Not the real one, mind you, but a cardboard replica A had built five years ago. He was furious, and I, in a moment of maternal brilliance, decided to lie. "I didn't break it," I said, " alt...

Every one of us has a rulebook that we follow every day for everything (puff!! that’s too many Every in one sentence!!).. Let me explain, in my rule book I have a rule to keep in touch with people I care about, it could be a message /mail/ phone call just to say hello. It could be different for others who does not message/call/mail (not even respond) unless it’s an emergency... it’s completely fine by their rulebook. see what I mean??   There is no right or wrong because everyone’s rulebook is different. Rulebooks are made of rules, which you think its right and you follow them without any guilt. If something doesn’t go well by your rule book, you tend to feel guilty or bad  and try to fix it. Well, sometimes you don’t fix because of e-g-o. In my case, I tend to feel guilty everytime I raise my voice with A. This could be in  every mum's rulebook (Maybe not!!) Basic rules in your rulebook would have been inherited/defined/Influenced from your parents/religion/...