MY love language

"You are a person of Physical Touch. This means you are most touched when people give you a hug, or are around you.

You can be sensitive to people's presence, and

you take up everything in your direct environment.

Physical Touch is your emotional tool and you will therefore also use this to connect to other people. This is a great way of communicating, but when someone else you love doesn't necessarily talk the way you do, it doesn't mean they don't love you. What would be their primary love language?

The downside of Physical Touch may be that when you are beaten or physically hurt,

it can be extra hard for you to deal with.

Communication with people on a distance may be hard for you too.

Enjoying who you are is important - even taking a pet in your house may help!" from a love language quiz based on that christian love language book.

Need help and sick with the flu?

Isaac has had a headache since yesterday night. That is when he informed me. Knowing him, he rarely tells me when he has a headache, so he could have had one all day and I would never have known. I've also noticed since I've started my new job that he seems to have a yucky type cough, which again, he rarely coughs even with a cough.
He isn't the 'I'm a tough guy' type person that makes it know to everyone around them that they are in pain and are going to rough it. Nope, he just doesn't tell me.
Which that sounds a little too familiar in regards to myself. When I was little I never told my mom that I was hungry, thirsty yes, hungry no. She would sometimes give me juice until one day she made me drink water. Yuck, Norman water taste like pond scum!! We argued about the taste of it water she said "water doesn't have a taste" I said "then whey does this water taste like NASTY DIRT" and she would repeat herself. It still tastes like pond scum to this day and I don't drink tap water of any kind.

When I was a baby I would tell her I was thirsty all the time. Only juice for me of course
Anyway, so other things I never thought of telling people, that I need any help (unless I had a question that didn't need a physical answer). Just never occurred to me to ask.

So, now there is the question of Self Reliance and the sin of Self Reliance. It seems that some people are just born like that and it's hereditary. Never occurs to them to Ask for help or to play "tough guy". The "tough guys" do it intentionally and people like me and Isaac don't. Maybe we were just born with a knowing that people are not as willing as they say they are and if I am able then I should do.

Could be that in my doing the opposite of my mother, that I anticipated and understood my sons baby talk to such an extent that he never had much of a need to tell me when he wasn't feeling good. He had me whenever he wanted. He could nurse, he could cuddle, and I would carry him around the house all day long.
In my case, I had no one. My mother worked when I was only a couple months old. I was always being babysat and a lot of times from people that were not even family. She said I would come home with bruises from the sitters. I never had any one to turn to, no comforter except for my golden blanket and my bottle. Thats it. My blanket, my bottle, and my two middle fingers.
My son NEVER formed attachments to Things. No Nuk for him, no blanket, bottle, or toy took my place. People would give him stuffed toys all the time, people we didn't even know!! An ambulance driver gave him a huge stuffed turtle, our kinder bus driver gave him an animal, someone at a store, etc. This was all in Germany. People thought he was adorable and so sweet and it got him lots of candy and toys! Americans don't seem to do this much at all...

Well, I need to get ready for work and get my poor boy some food. He was invited to see a movie with some friends and I hope he doesn't get sick in the middle of it :(

Stumped

well, it's 2 am now. Up late as usual.
I rushed to pick Isaac up from school so I could take him to work with me. The German store/Cafe Klatch I work at is very cosey, welcoming and comforting. What you would expect from a German restaurant. The owners (my bosses) are very kindly, an elderly couple. Dan (my boss) is prior service military who was also stationed in Germany many years ago. He has a lot of neat stories about Germany that I wish I could remember. His wife Inge, is very gracious and lovely.
She gives Isaac food candy and hugs! It makes my heart so happy for Isaac because he didn't grow up with an Oma. He is actually rather uncomfortable around elderly people and doesn't know what to do with himself. It makes me so sad. I worry about him sometimes. He acts almost angry when people greet him or ask him questions. I brush it off as him just being a boy, but, I don't know. I see other children enthusiastically answering questions and greeting people. I'm stumped.
I don't know what to do. I don't want Inge's feelings to become hurt becaus Isaac won't engage her in conversation or greetings and such.
I was told today by our new Chef (all of us are new, the staff) that Inge was very depressed and upset over the old chef that used to be there. The new chef said that Inge Never smiled until she hired us! She has arthritis in her hands real bad too and can't hardly hold a pencil to write.
I brought her some special cream and gave her the rest of it. I hope it helps her! That stuff actually got rid of a couple headaches that I've had! I use it for all sorts of stuff. I hope it works for her so she doesn't have to take pain pills!

waiting

Well, I don't really do blogging very well. Is it like a journal? Cause I don't do that at all. I will never stay on topic and most of the time I won't know what to write about.

Usually something cute will happen with my son and I'll laugh and it will never occur to me to write about it. That is just an example. So, I guess this will be my attempt to catalog the little things of my life.

So, right now I'm doing this blog thing with nothing much to say except that I'm waiting for my son to come home from extended day at school. Get ready for work, take my son with me to work. Work. Come home. Cuddle with my son while we Watch tv. Eat. Tell my son to do his chores and get ready for bed. Watch tv till the wee hours, maybe get on the net again and then go to bed. Boring, nothing there to write about. But that is how life goes for me in virginia.

I stay in the house most of the time. I don't go shopping at all except for groceries. Virginia makes me ill because there is no horizen and I can't see any sunsets, ever. I can't wait to leave this awful place and its ugliness.