the grunter

working hard or hardly working? or is it working hard to look like your working? even when im trying not to work, i end up overworking myself to prevent the work from happening. work sucks.

the "grunter" as I like to call him has entered the office. He is a 2 foot nightmare. I think he should be at the developmental stage of speaking, but he only grunts. I ask him a question: he grunts. He wants a piece of paper: he grunts. when hes braking the giant spiky koosh ball: he grunts. Apparently, according to his mother, the grunts have different sounds which equal different meanings/needs.
Apparently my grunts of exhaustion and bewilderment when he is pouring water on the walls or knocking over glass bottles, or stealing the doctors rolling stool don't register with her yet. But, we're still getting to know each other.

this has been my first blog. i hope it makes christa happy. i hope it makes me happy. i hope the grunter learns to talk soon. I have a lot of hopes, but its only tuesday.