Someone call the whambulance...

It's Friday night and the house next door is rocking and rolling.  Super.  Will continues his habit of 'getting around' and is spending the night with his aunt so I can get some needed sleep.  Unfortunately the neighbours aren't complying and really can I complain about noise at 9:30 at night!?  Nope...they have an hour and a half.  I'm afraid if I complain, they might call the CAS for all the 'Will - get away from the TV' yelling that they hear!

I just got back from seeing The Blindside. Yes, I know sappy but we just wanted something mindless.  Let me tell you something.  Ever since I've had Will, I cannot watch movies with mothers and sons in them.  I become a blubbering mess.  Yes - I cried multiple times at the Blindside.  There was a scene in Precious that caused me to sob outright with my head in my hands.  Have you seen it?  It's the scene where Precious is swimming with her son and she pulls him out of the water and he's wearing the bathing suit that Will wore all summer long.  (Yup tearing up right now).

These wailing episodes are in stark contrast to one I had just before Christmas.  Will and I were walking through my old neighbourhood where I grew up and I saw a man putting up Christmas lights.  His son came running out of the house 'dad, dad, can you take a break now?'  That was all I needed.  I lost it.  I kept pushing the stroller and I was crying and apologizing to Will for all the things that I couldn't give him - you know, the father, the beautiful home on a street where there aren't random couches sitting for weeks outside of people's houses?!

Then - as totally hokey as it sounds - and remember I promised you honesty here - I saw Precious.  And it got me.  When she pulled that kid out of the pool, I was thinking that could be Will.  When they're babies, they're all the same - just born into different situations.  It gave me a reality check.  Will may not have a dad - so what some kids don't have either a mom or a dad; or they have parents who are dick heads.  We live in a beautiful home that I own, and where Will has a bed that is his. (oooh god I hope he gets an NFL scholarship like Big Mike!) We are pretty fucking lucky and THAT is why I cry at these cheesey movies now - because I get it and I wish everyone could be as fortunate as us.

I also wish these goddamn hormones would get in check because seriously - wah, wah, wah, enough with the crying already.  It's like I'm constantly watching that Canadian Tire commercial...you know where the kid wants the bike...oh god - here we go again. 

**all right that neighbour has 1 hour and 6 minutes**