Today is the last day that I work before my 5 days off.
It's probably going to be a busy 5 days off though.
I'm helping my love do some spring cleaning around her house and then I'll be moving on to the same thing around my house.
I'll also be trying to figure out a way to teach a 7 year old how to add money.
He's a tricky one because his need to want to do things quickly and get them over with instead of slowing down to make sure he does it right keeps getting in his way.
He'll add a bunch of dimes together and get them right but once you ask him to throw a nickle in there he doesn't add things up on the "penny" side - he keeps adding them up on the "tens" side instead.
So 3 dimes gives him 30 cents, but ask him to add a nickle to that and he goes (in his head) 40, 50, 60, 70, 80..... 80 cents....
My goal is over the next 5 days to knock that bad habit out of him and get him really good with monies.
Racist joke coming up.
He is black so naturally he is bad with money, I'm just hoping I can rub my whiteness off on him.
End racist joke.
I love that boy and mean no harm by what I said above :)
Since I have known him he has liked to draw little family portraits.
At first it was always him, his mom and his dad. Add the dog in there and maybe his brother (his cousin, but they were born 2 days apart and call each other brothers).
Then a few months ago I randomly ended up in a couple of the family portraits - but I was waaaayyyyy off to the side.
For instance, he'd have His dad and his mom with him in the middle. Then his brother would be there and then the dog. Then like 20 feet to the left would be a tree and I'd be hanging out by the tree watching things like a creepy Peeping Tom or child abductor.
The last portrait was His mom and then me (front and center) with him hanging on me, arms wrapped around, then the dog and his brother. There was no sign of the actual sperm donor this time.
So, over the course of time I have entered the family and made the portraits.
It made me so happy that he's accepted me and included me into his family and the picture filled me with some sort of pride. Touched me in a way (but not a touched by an uncle kind of way).
My love took a pic of the picture and sent it to me on my phone and I cannot stop looking at it.
Makes me happy and fills me with joy.
Funny shit, I was going to talk about what my plans were for work and got side tracked.
Until next time.