Nerves

The Stream of Consciousness Prompt from Notebook Sisters this week was "it makes me nervous".  So here's my 5 minutes on that prompt:



I used to think the biggest thing that made me nervous was when the kids at work were quiet.  See I work as a chemical health counselor for adolescents.  So, when they get quiet it just about always means trouble.  That trouble usually equates to calls to parents and/or probation officers.  Sometimes it even means that the police come and take one of these teenagers to the juvenile detention center for a probation violation.

Then I found out I was pregnant.  Please keep in mind, I had no basis for the worries that came next.  I worried that something would happen and I would miscarry.  Then I worried that something would be wrong with my baby.  Then I worried that I would do something to hurt my baby.

When those worries proved baseless, I worried about labor.  The only legitimate worry I had there was that while in labor, my son's heart rate kept dropping.  So I had a C-section.

Now I worry about him - is he okay?  Does this particular sneeze/rash/face/etc mean something more than a sneeze/rash/face/etc.  When I leave him with someone else (yes, even my husband) I worry about whether or not he's okay.  Pretty much all of these fears (especially leaving him with my husband) are baseless as well.

Good thing I rarely ever act on those worries!

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About Reading

Another Banned Book post this week.  This time this is in response to the Stream of Consciousness prompt from Notebook Sisters.



I was talking with my mom today about Banned Book week.  The first thing we were talking about was a comment I read on another blog about Banned Book week.  In the comment, the person said there had not been a book banned in the U.S. for over 50 years.  The first thought I had was "Where were you that you missed the Harry Potter hubbub?"  Granted, not a very nice thought.  But it's nicer than some other ones I've had when it comes to this subject.  But, we were talking about that.

Which led to the discussion about what I read when I was growing up.  See I have always been a reader.  Not to brag or anything, but I read well above my grade level throughout school.  I read well enough that by the time I was in about 6th grade, my dad would read a book and then hand it to me.  So, literally, my parents knew every word of what I tended to read.

But that discussion led me to this thought.  Why are people attempting to ban books because "they are inappropriate for children"?  Why are people not just monitoring what their kids read?  Why not sit down and have a discussion about what was in the book rather than assume the book is influencing the child in some way?  And if the book really is inappropriate for the child, why not take the book away from the child until such time that it is appropriate?

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Sick As A Dog

No - it's not what you think.  It's the prompt for a new writing prompt I'm trying.  Over at Notebook Sisters they have a prompt called Stream of Consciousness.  Basically you get a prompt and then you write for 5 minutes.  No editing or anything.  I thought I'd give it a try.  So, here goes 5 minutes with the prompt "sick as a dog".




Sick as a dog.  What does that mean anyways?  Dogs aren't sick.  They don't typically show it either.  So where did it come from.  Speaking of sick, my little man is sick and he's only 6 weeks old!  Actually it's not that bad.  He's got thrush.  Which sucks because it makes him cranky and I get him at nights.  Kinda makes me feel like a single parent some times.  Don't get me wrong, my hubby is wonderful at helping with him.  However, the earliest he gets off work is 3:00 AM.  Which leaves me with my little man most of the night on my own.  My hat goes off to all those single moms out there.  I have know idea how you do it.  Work.  I have to go back to work in 2 weeks.  I really don't want to.  I'm finally settling into a comfortable routine with my little man and there's so much more I wanted to do while I was off.  It just took us a while to get into a routine that allowed me to do any of it.  Now two weeks isn't enough time to get it done.  Besides, I love having my little man.  I love spending time with him.  I don't love the dirty diapers I tend to end up changing more frequently than my hubby.  I wonder how he does that - my hubby I mean.  It doesn't seem fair that he avoids those stinky ones.  And trust me, my little man can produce some REALLY stinky diapers.  On a totally different note, I do have to remember to get my next blog post done soon.  Write on Edge has a prompt about writing goals.  I'm still hoping to reach one of mine soon.


Now you've gotten a 5 minute glimpse into what goes on in my mind some days.  And this maybe a little better than some days!