The little things that count...

It's not that I like catching people out. I just hate lying. I don't lie so I hate being called out on a lie that doesn't exist. I've taken to accepting that I know my truth and that's all that matters, but it still hurts a lot to be accused of things I never did. I remember knowing someone years ago who had obviously managed to get away with so many untruths. They may be small, but when there's one after another, it gets too much to handle. Funny though when you catch them out on something they've even started believing they get upset with you. You're suddenly the bad one for crushing their dreams.

My son and I were having a wonderful conversation last night. I can't remember how it started, but we were discussing boys vs girls. I told him about someone I had recently heard about who was discussing her grandchild, who was born a boy, but the mom wanted a girl so badly that she gave the child a girl's name, and is bringing him up as a girl. So wrong in so many ways. My son's first reaction was - that child is going to be so bullied by all the kids at school one day!

I did have to work yesterday (I also worked on Christmas Eve). It's not the end of the world. A few hours work with very little pressure. We finished up early. I fetched my kids. Grabbed some snacks and went home. By 3pm we were all in comfy clothes settled in for the night. We're not a party family. None of us were in the mood to party anyway.