Fun then heartbreak

Went camping for the first time in like YEARS (25 yrs)! We had a blast, the kids loved it too. We slept in a tent during a thunderstorm, somehow the top of the tent wasn’t put on right so we had some leaking, we don’t live far from where we camping so we went home till the rain stopped. We went back and cleaned the tent up and put the top on the correct way. Live and learn LOL. We were camping with my brother in law and his family and then 2 other families. Needless to say I am hooked and want to do it way more. We are invited to go with on Labor day. We have to get things together, how exciting. The kids ran around swimming, playing with other kids, making s’mores, etc. Being out in nature made all of us so relaxed and rejuvenated.

After having a great weekend, I come home yesterday and notice my son’s email was opened and yes I looked at it. He’s 12 years old and he needs monitoring. HOLY MOLY!!! I know he’s curious and he’s hormonal as heck but for him to go to some of these sites mad my heart sick. I was furious, then I was heartbroken and cried,  I calmed down and then asked the hubby if he could get out of work early so we could have a talk with him. I seen the past 13 years of my life pass by me, I have seen sex addiction first hand and the thought of my son following suit breaks my heart. I guess the sins of the father passing down to generations is true.

I’m making sure I’m talking to him but more importantly dad needs to spend time with him. I worry about that because my husband doesn’t know how to live his life much less have talks to about life skills. UGH I feel sick. Funny thing is I’m reading a book called Conversations with the wise uncle. I’m going to be having my son read it too and we’ll discuss what we’ve read.

Well I have to finish dinner, it’s spaghetti tonight. One more week till my oldest is back here!! Blessings to all


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