[shilala]

Any time I spend worrying about other people's kids, or how they raise them, is time wasted that I could have put into my own family. Or anything positive, for that matter.
I think the winter boredom brings out the critical in me, just the same. Too much time to think and not enough do.
I'm guilty of talking (actually texting) my daughter a number of times a day. She lives a state away. She does the whole house's laundry, has two jobs, has held over a 96% average in school forever, and is 16 years old. What pisses me off is that she's too busy to carve out time to visit very often. I love that little sh1t.