I'm not sure what to say!

So here it is 9pm at night, I had all these wonderful thoughts racing around in my head and once I finally get a moments peace, i can no longer find them. I have terrible writers block. Wonderful thoughts will be organized and dancing in my brain and the minute I try to speak them or write them, they disapear like ghosts in front of a camera.

Maybe, just maybe, I can get this blog to work.

So now the dilema. Do I tell you about myself and let you get an image about me, or do I not so that you are not biased while reading my blog. Hmmm.....

I guess first and foremost, I'll apologize for my occasional weird word usage. Due to my previous writers block, I find that I often 'lose' the word I was about to say and my brain finds some slightly comparable word and insists I use even if I dont feel it really fits. Kind of like a forced and slightly misguided Thesaurus. The other thing to apologize for, is that my keyboard is a little messed up, so I apologize about any typos.

So I guess I wont say too much about myself right now, maybe I will let it out in little bits, or maybe I wont. Still not sure.

My first RANT will be about parents. I took my son to a food & play place today. I wont say which. My son loves the place, he usually has a great time. I used to have a great time with him, but it's getting very challenging.

Today there were lots of older kids running like mad knocking down little children and aunties left and right while they played tag with no parents in sight. Everyone was telling these kids to get down, be careful, stop hitting, etc... Never did find out whose kids these were in order to ask their parents help.

Second, this mother with 4 or 5 or 6 children, had a little little boy and a bunch of significantly older children. She kept wandering off with the older children and just leaving the little guy standing there wondering where she went. He finally went into hysterics and panicked because he couldn't find his Mommy. She finally came back to him and refused to pick him up or comfort him. His other siblings were a little upset by this and asked why, "because he's just fine," she said. Oh great, leave your child to panic and then give them no comfort. 2 year olds do not understand being left alone in a strange place no matter how much you tell them everything is OK. I kept an eye on the boy the rest of the day and smiled at him as often as possible.

When her son grows up and has absolutely no closeness or connection to her, I wonder if she will ever figure out why. And TRUST, trust is built on how you treat your child. I doubt this kid will ever trust his mom in entirety. What a shame.