Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone your deepest darkest secret?
I do.
And it isn’t easy.
If you haven’t already heard about the post secret project.
You have to read this.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
Here’s a sneak preview:
I’m a recovering control freak.
I was thinking about this a week ago as I pruned a plant of ours that has lived with prabu for the past 1+ years. It just kills me to see the little brown edges color the corner of leaves. But I just let it be.
If I let the control freak in me take control, God knows what would happen.
This one is turning a little yellow at the bottom.
Snip.
If only I knew the right place to cut this.
Snip.
This might kill the plant.
Snip.
I have to help get it just right or we’ll be wrong,
snip snip snip…
This plant that we bought when we first met means a great deal to me.
I suppose that’s why I hold back on all that extra watering and pruning. I’ve learned the hard way what happens when I do that, and this plant means too much to allow myself to get in the way. This time, I’m simply meeting it’s basic needs and stepping back.
I’m sorry I’m a crazy lunatic control freak.
Who would have thought a 6 year old boy will have so much to deal with being in std 1? I’m on my pursuit to rip s k sri petaling a new hole for allowing a little demon physically abuse Mikey.
Govt schools aren’t what they used to be.
Right now, we’re just scouting around for a private school.
It’s really not the bullying that gets me, but the teacher who sits in class and does nothing. Seriously.
The bruises on his little body is just breaking the whole family down.
But rest assured that we’ll insure that the school and the boy doesn’t get off easily.
In fact, easily would be a gross understatement for the hell that is about to let loose.
