My son has been with me an extra evening this weekend and I also received the offer to have him two extra hours as standard every Saturday. This is good news for me and although I always fear the changes ahead,this one has proved my theory wrong. Some change is good.
I had plans to take him to York but all my explaining why it was cool, caused him to dog his heels in and say he wasn't interested. I felt guilty mostly for us not making the most of our day although I did get him to come to the park. Outside of that we played 'adventures' as we made a tent in the living room and explored the house as of it was jungle. Mostly though he had us playing two player KNACK. At the end of the day I know he was totally happy doing what we did.
As I say, we went to the local park and upon each visit to the children's play area I overheard young dumbasses loudly swearing as they tried to impress their crowd. Every park seems to be strewn with vulgar graffiti and language which is not for the ears of the youngsters. The young aggravate me who are like that. My sons innocence is the last vestige of paradise In my life and I don't take kindly to it being threatened. But neither can I punch a child in the face for being a child.
With my son in bed I am sat watching The Strain on my Kindle. I'm only watching two main programmes at once this month. The other being True Detective which is great. My chill time has been lessened lately with one investigation or another plus my stepson suddenly staying over. I have one more hurdle of an investigation to do and I will try and take the rest of this year off. I don't take holidays from work and so I deserve evenings to myself.
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