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Sep. 8th, 2009 10:14 pmYou Mutter "Fuckin' Shoobs" Under Your Breath While Walking Away
Well well well, how was your holiday weekend? Go to any picnics or bbqs? Spend a few days down the shore, perhaps?
Uh huh, you all know what I did, right?
Yep, I worked non-stop through all the craziness, and the small bit of time I wasn't working... I was babysitting.
Still having the babysitting problem - that wasn't really ever resolved, I just didn't see the point of continuing to complain about it when the real problem is obviously that I need to have a bit more of a backbone here.
I mean... for one thing, the girls are my family, so I do feel a certain responsibility towards them. And Amanda too... honestly, in my head, she kind of fits into the category of another one of my dad's kids... making her like a cousin to me or something, which is kinda weird but it does fit. I mean... he does send her money and stuff, and pop in and out of her life at random. Pretty much the same way he treats his kids. So because they're "family" I can't just be all screw you guys, I'll do what I want about it. I get really pissed, though, when I have to rearrange my entire weekends to accommodate babysitting demands. And I like kids. And I like those kids, specifically. I just don't like being told what to do. I like being asked. I always say yes anyway. It's just the idea of the whole thing.
And Amanda has this thing about my car and not thinking it's safe... which is kinda funny, because what she should really be concerned about is whether or not my driving is safe! Given my driving record... I mean, if I had kids, I might not want me driving them around, so... but she's got this idea that my car isn't safe, because it's old and not all that reliable, sometimes won't start, still has dents and scratches in it, etc... so she's continually leaving her car with me and telling me she wants me to leave the car seats in her car and if we go anywhere to go in her car. So, being that most of the time my boyfriend is with me when I'm babysitting (because otherwise we wouldn't get to spend much time together if he wasn't) he drives her car. She had yet to clue in to the fact that I can only drive my own car. I mean, I told her, but she wasn't really paying attention to me so I don't think she really processed what I said.
Anyway, the kids are gone now - Stacy has started kindergarten so they're all back in Burlington County where they belong, and I've got an empty first floor again. I expect them to be back for the next few weekends, possibly, but they took most of their things back with them. So that would make the house mostly mine again.
Work was relentless all through the weekend - no downtime, no slow patches, nothing, just constant chaos for hours on end. I know this is supposed to be the end of the season but it isn't really - it doesn't really wind down until the beginning of October, it's just that school has started so all the kids are, you know, in it. Everything is still open and up and running - for now. In another month the whole island will be shut down for the winter.
B and I have ticket to the baseball series next weekend, and then the next big thing after that is that I'm having a big going away party for us here at my house - we'll be able to have a nice big rowdy and loud party because I won't have any neighbors (hopefully, we'll see!) - and then, oh then, it's a thirteen hour plane ride to the other side of the world.
So life is good :P
Oh. I've killed my laptop. It's utterly and completely dead. That is what I was going to write about before the holiday weekend came and kicked me in the ass. It's quite a fiasco, I'll write about that in a bit.
Well well well, how was your holiday weekend? Go to any picnics or bbqs? Spend a few days down the shore, perhaps?
Uh huh, you all know what I did, right?
Yep, I worked non-stop through all the craziness, and the small bit of time I wasn't working... I was babysitting.
Still having the babysitting problem - that wasn't really ever resolved, I just didn't see the point of continuing to complain about it when the real problem is obviously that I need to have a bit more of a backbone here.
I mean... for one thing, the girls are my family, so I do feel a certain responsibility towards them. And Amanda too... honestly, in my head, she kind of fits into the category of another one of my dad's kids... making her like a cousin to me or something, which is kinda weird but it does fit. I mean... he does send her money and stuff, and pop in and out of her life at random. Pretty much the same way he treats his kids. So because they're "family" I can't just be all screw you guys, I'll do what I want about it. I get really pissed, though, when I have to rearrange my entire weekends to accommodate babysitting demands. And I like kids. And I like those kids, specifically. I just don't like being told what to do. I like being asked. I always say yes anyway. It's just the idea of the whole thing.
And Amanda has this thing about my car and not thinking it's safe... which is kinda funny, because what she should really be concerned about is whether or not my driving is safe! Given my driving record... I mean, if I had kids, I might not want me driving them around, so... but she's got this idea that my car isn't safe, because it's old and not all that reliable, sometimes won't start, still has dents and scratches in it, etc... so she's continually leaving her car with me and telling me she wants me to leave the car seats in her car and if we go anywhere to go in her car. So, being that most of the time my boyfriend is with me when I'm babysitting (because otherwise we wouldn't get to spend much time together if he wasn't) he drives her car. She had yet to clue in to the fact that I can only drive my own car. I mean, I told her, but she wasn't really paying attention to me so I don't think she really processed what I said.
Anyway, the kids are gone now - Stacy has started kindergarten so they're all back in Burlington County where they belong, and I've got an empty first floor again. I expect them to be back for the next few weekends, possibly, but they took most of their things back with them. So that would make the house mostly mine again.
Work was relentless all through the weekend - no downtime, no slow patches, nothing, just constant chaos for hours on end. I know this is supposed to be the end of the season but it isn't really - it doesn't really wind down until the beginning of October, it's just that school has started so all the kids are, you know, in it. Everything is still open and up and running - for now. In another month the whole island will be shut down for the winter.
B and I have ticket to the baseball series next weekend, and then the next big thing after that is that I'm having a big going away party for us here at my house - we'll be able to have a nice big rowdy and loud party because I won't have any neighbors (hopefully, we'll see!) - and then, oh then, it's a thirteen hour plane ride to the other side of the world.
So life is good :P
Oh. I've killed my laptop. It's utterly and completely dead. That is what I was going to write about before the holiday weekend came and kicked me in the ass. It's quite a fiasco, I'll write about that in a bit.
