Sent an email to your Dad.
A text to your Mom.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
2nd Night in a Row, Babysitting
So I nearly made myself cry this afternoon (for the first time in a while).
Your father asked if I could babysit (AGAIN) tonight. A thought flashed across my mind, "Maybe he's planning a surprise party for me? Wants to make sure I'm home?"
Both he & her ("My dad and them") arrived home, leisurely, ready to go out & be on their OWN time. I spoke a sentence or two, then left. They have NO interest in carrying on a conversation with me. Maybe they don't know how to open up (poor kid) or focus on people other than themselves.
And tonight, at 8:45pm, he texts me. Not "Is he asleep?" Tell him goodnight, or anything sweet like that. "I won't be home by 9. Can you turn off the clock?" Simple, awful. I want to stop paying you and I want to stay out with my girlfriend. On a Tuesday night. No surprise there.
I'll say no in the future, because it will be weird to babysit in my old house (although I'll want to see how they've ruined my room. The green couch, etc)
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We had fun tonight. I, in a fit of optimism and revenge of the Nice People, decided to give them a surprise & go to the 99 cent store with you. We bought stuff for their 4 month countdown. $12 (people should be THRILLED to get my $10 surprise parties!!)
(I'm ONLY hanging around people like that from now on!!)
Coloring & sign making, and I drew a person, a cardboard cutout. (Hope they don't think it's me and burn me in effigy) then we made green bracelets, I got confused at first, but then caught up (you were impressed, "Go Tammy!")
Then you made a salad with your OWN salad dressing (GREEN lettuce! and mustard & oil & vinegar) then I made you an egg & we watched some of the Wrath of Khan (my first time! Ricardo Montelban's plastic chest! Cuban accent-like Ricky Ricardo) then I read a few chapters of "Indian in the Cupboard" (my greatest wish is to be given TIME & SPACE to write a long story like that!!) You begged, but I made you go to bed by 8:40, when you were supposed to be in bed by 8! Last night, your Mom called at 8:30. You love her.
I love you. I wish I could be there for you more. And in the future. I don't know what will happen....
Your father asked if I could babysit (AGAIN) tonight. A thought flashed across my mind, "Maybe he's planning a surprise party for me? Wants to make sure I'm home?"
Both he & her ("My dad and them") arrived home, leisurely, ready to go out & be on their OWN time. I spoke a sentence or two, then left. They have NO interest in carrying on a conversation with me. Maybe they don't know how to open up (poor kid) or focus on people other than themselves.
And tonight, at 8:45pm, he texts me. Not "Is he asleep?" Tell him goodnight, or anything sweet like that. "I won't be home by 9. Can you turn off the clock?" Simple, awful. I want to stop paying you and I want to stay out with my girlfriend. On a Tuesday night. No surprise there.
I'll say no in the future, because it will be weird to babysit in my old house (although I'll want to see how they've ruined my room. The green couch, etc)
==
We had fun tonight. I, in a fit of optimism and revenge of the Nice People, decided to give them a surprise & go to the 99 cent store with you. We bought stuff for their 4 month countdown. $12 (people should be THRILLED to get my $10 surprise parties!!)
(I'm ONLY hanging around people like that from now on!!)
Coloring & sign making, and I drew a person, a cardboard cutout. (Hope they don't think it's me and burn me in effigy) then we made green bracelets, I got confused at first, but then caught up (you were impressed, "Go Tammy!")
Then you made a salad with your OWN salad dressing (GREEN lettuce! and mustard & oil & vinegar) then I made you an egg & we watched some of the Wrath of Khan (my first time! Ricardo Montelban's plastic chest! Cuban accent-like Ricky Ricardo) then I read a few chapters of "Indian in the Cupboard" (my greatest wish is to be given TIME & SPACE to write a long story like that!!) You begged, but I made you go to bed by 8:40, when you were supposed to be in bed by 8! Last night, your Mom called at 8:30. You love her.
I love you. I wish I could be there for you more. And in the future. I don't know what will happen....
Monday, April 7, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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