My son is depressed

How do we ever manage to survive the preteen year.  And if we survive these, how do we survive the teen years.
Who is to blame?  Teachers?  The school system?  Not really fair is it?  They are just doing a job.

So to my son.  Looking at him tonight before bed--I thought he was just tired.  That's why he was a bit pale and his eyes were starting to water.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"you sure?"
"Yes"
"Ok, what is really wrong?"
"Same stuff I've told you about 100 times."
"Just because you've told me about it doesn't mean it's not importiant."

And that's all I could give except hugs and "it will be ok."

Street Light Zen

In our old house, when I couldn't sleep, I would sit on the couch in the living room and stare out the window.  Out of that window I could see our section of the street lit up by a street light.  The street light was almost directly across the street from our house.  Our street was quiet at night and most nights I would not see a single car.
I would stare at that spot on the corner across the street and just be aware of the emptiness and quiet.  I would imagine that I was sitting or standing on that corner and how no one in the world would know I was there if I did.  I of course would ponder the emptiness and reality that no one knew I was sitting on my couch looking out the window.  It was my secret.  Now that I write this I realize I had done the same kind of exercise in my teen years.  I would sneak  out side for a smoke and watch our street.  The street I grew up on was different in that it was busier; much busier than that street lamp street.  But from where I stood next to the house, I was in complete shadowed darkness and no one would have seen me as they passed, save for the glowing end of my cigarette if they happened to look in just the right spot, 20 or so yards from the street.
Of course, in niether situation did I think much about what I was doing as practicing Zen, but I think I was.  I was aware of my surroundings and pondering the nothingness of everything.

Why does my husband state the obvious?

Is he being passive aggressive?  Is this what ridiculously polite people do?  Is he half British?

One Hundred Annoying Habits of Successful Entrepreneurs |
According to this page, stating the obvious was number 28.

And fun note; as I was skimming down the list, I started to worry because I started to--check, check, check--note that I did a lot of these annoying things, about 10 in a row, to be exact.  But then, thankfully, as I continued down the list, they stopped applying to me.  Woot!  I'm only about 20% annoying according to newwhiteboard.com.  My husband, come to think of it, only qualified for that one thing...maybe I should review that list.

so what did I actually do?

Something I regret but am not going to dwell on.  Yes that's it.  I'm not going to dwell on it.

surfing about screwing up

Sharing Too Much Information in the Workplace - NYTimes.com

Well, yes.  I do this.

"As mentioned earlier, revealing too much about yourself may give people the wrong impression or rather the impression you don't want them to have. In general, you do want to preserve some level of privacy."
Sharing Personal Information at Work - Keep It To Yourself
Really?  Well I kinda know this is true, but hell, I do it anyway.  A lot.  But so does everyone.

How to Tell if You Talk Too Much

Determining whether you talk excessivelyTalking less, listening more

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How to Tell if You Talk Too Much: 15 Steps (with Pictures)

Really?  This is just nit-picking.

Said Something You Shouldn’t Have? 4 Ways to Recover

Said Something You Shouldn't Have? 4 Ways to Recover | The Daily Muse

This is more like it.