Unfortunately I have posted very little, and late in the wee hours of 2am, where most of my friends in North America are asleep. Not to say I’d forget my fellow English and Australian followers, but the majority are Canadians and Americans. I blame my computer, and it’s deep unpowered slumbering state. I cannot use a laptop because I need to absorb the knowledge of the world while comfortable in my chair.
Earlier today, I slapped my little cousin on the head out of frustration. Maybe at the age of 3 his selfish attitude of claiming all that is his —even if it was CLEARLY my donut, is normal. Still. He was a spoiled brat. A resounding *TWACK* was struck on his dome by my heavy hand, and to my regret, his cries sailed through the air. I picked him up and ran outside while his sister was still in the store. I was embarrassed. But not embarrassed because of his crying, but because it wasn’t my place to discipline my little cousin. Especially in public. My little cousins older sister, Nicol, came outside and said to me “why did you hit him?”. I felt guilty and said sorry, she laughed because I took the situation serious. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to hurt him and I just literally wanted to know why. He really is a brat, I know, my mom is crazy.”
I… I’m not good with kids. But I love them when they’re unloved?