Just call me Tom
I am in the foulest mood. I suppose it is appropriate given that today is Thanksgiving, however no pun intended. I have been busting my ass at work (past 3 mos) just to come home and start my day again cooking,cleaning and running after children. I was looking forward to spending the first day of my 4 day weekend sleeping late, shuffling round the house in my pj's and maybe moping (well just a lil bit). I had decided not to engage in the typical Thanksgiving day rituals, specifically the socializing with family and friends part. Nothing personal, but I just wanted to shut the door on everyone and everything and have a day.. or at least a few hours alone. My plans were scrapped at 8am when my daughter (4) woke up bright eyed and ready to play. Keeping in mind that she went to sleep at 3am the same morning, imagine my dismay when hearing her demands for waffles and juice along with having to watch The Fox and The Hound for the umpteenth time. That was only the beginning. She was her usual hyper self, however on top of that was constantly under foot. You would think this lil girl was my shadow, plus non-stop chatter. I know this is sounding quite evil right now. Yes she is absolutely adorable, smart and extremely lovable, but I was (still am) exhausted (physically and emotionally). About 1/2 an hour after waking, my mother calls to see if I would be home. Mistake #1 being honest.. next thing you know my younger brother is on his way over. As I said nothing personal, but this was the last thing I wanted. So now I must actually get out of bed, shower, dress, clean, scrounge some sort of Charlie Brown like Thanksgiving dinner and be a sweet, loving, happy sister. UGH I am not sweet, can sometimes be loving.. not to sure about the happy part, but I am the sister. I am the one who's house my younger brother can run to to escape the major dysfunction at their place. Little does he know I have plenty of that going on over here. I have yet to mention to any of them that I have been separated from my husband who by the way moved out 3 months ago. I really can't open that can of worms. It's not that I care so much what they think, I just don't want to have that conversation or answer any questions regarding the way it went down or my future plans. Of course these things are petty I suppose... could be a hell of a lot worse. B (husband) came by the house bearing flowers (still can't figure out why). They are real purty.. sunflowers (one of my favorites) and a rose and some others thrown in. To make a long boring story longer, we wound up going upstairs to my in-laws, ate and returned to my apartment. B had to meet with some friends so he drove my younger brother home. Finally I thought the day might end, but Mira (daughter) stayed awake until 1am. Now that she's finally sleeping I am torturing some poor sole with this drawn out whiny tale. I think I shall end it right here.....