A horrible mother

I never did wind up taking that walk, a few nights ago, but I did finally speak to Gordon about Brendan’s behavior. It is a girl – I didn’t catch her name, it may have been Julie or Jill or something like that – and he’s going to have a talk with him about it. I only hope he listens. He should, I think, the kids are fairly good about listening to their father.

It’s strange, but I find it almost sweet. Obviously, this girl is a terrible influence on him, but it’s nice that he’s so passionate about his crush. I can’t even remember that feeling, anymore, of being young and thinking that every love was the love of my life, doing silly things and regretting them later. Even the dumber things I did as a kid were still special.

I’m not sure whether or not Sarah has taken an interest in boys yet, but she’s about that age. I’m tempted to see if she has a diary in her room, even though I haven’t seen one in there before. Or maybe she has a blog? I think most kids do, nowadays.

I wouldn’t feel right searching for it, I don’t think. I don’t know whether or not I would be comfortable reading some of the things she would write, anyway. No doubt some would include her horrible, unfair mother.