Only one silver lining in an otherwise overcast day... actually two.
Yesterday kind of sucked. I wasn't woken as early as the day before, but I spent my morning going grocery shopping, then ate a QUICK lunch, and then relatives came in the afternoon. The two little girls inexplicably love me. I don't know why, I don't get it, I really don't care. Regardless, from 1pm until about 6:30pm I was on my feet... and mostly with two girls glued to my side. and I do mean glued. By 5pm I was really getting sick of it. I mean, at first it was okay because they hadn't been around in at least 12 hours. Plus we immediately went to the dock where they were busy being pulled back by their parents so they wouldn't fall in. Then we went looking for gators. (We found 3, two small, one large) Then came back home, unfortunately Mom & Dad decided they wanted to do a barbeque... *groan* Otherwise they would have went home. So we got home and they went to go to the bathroom and Dad told me to take out the trash. So after the littlest girl SCREAMING for me every time she had to get back in the car while Gator hunting... I thought, oh yay a little escape. So I strolled to the dumpster, enjoying my silence and the nice day. I'm thinking of the longest way I can take back when I reach the dumpster and look over and see... My dad directing the two girls to where I am... I watch in horror as they come RUNNING flat out down the sidewalk where they barrel into me. Inwardly I'm groaning. On our walk back they're winded, and thirsty, so they decide they want water and orange juice and so we're going back in when Dad, Bob (my cousin's husband), Pat (the girls dad), and Joseph (the girls brother.. WHO IS YOUNGER THAN ME, but still a teen) come out, Dad shoves some outdoor toys (kites and planes) into my arms, I just take them back in and while they get a drink I put together the kites. We go out and try to fly them. This is about 3:30, and the air show is going on over at the airport, and The Blue Angels are on and we can here them. The wind sucked, it was a horrible day for kite flying, and after the littlest girl got into an ant.. hive thing she went running inside. At which point the older and I gathered the kites and said hi to the neighbor and his dog, whom he'd come out to walk. And we were all standing there and the girl was petting the dog when the blue angels flew RIGHT overhead. Which rocked, it gave me just a moments happiness. So. We went in and told everyone what happened and then me and the girls and their mom went back out to see if they came close again, they didn't but we could see them in the distance. Then dinner. By this time I was needing of a break. I thought, "Good! The parents will be so busy making sure the girls eat right (because they're young) that I'll be able to have some me time." HA! This is the part that pisses me off... I am 21... FUCKING years old. I am so adult I can do any of the adult vices. I should be treated as such. NOT PUT AT THE MOTHERFUCKING KIDDIE TABLE JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE DOESN'T WANT TO DISCIPLINE THEIR KIDS. ESPECIALLY one one of the worst days of my month. I started the South Beach Diet yesterday, and I have to say that a cookout isn't exactly diet material as I'm not supposed to have Hotdogs, FATTY BEEF (aka Hamburgers), chips, rolls, pickles, or any of the crap they all were having. So I just had to say fuck it and I ate a Burger and a Hot Dog and some cottage cheese. And It was good, but it wasn't supposed to be on my diet. But that's not even the point. The point is here I am having to watch them all eat cheese doodles and hot dogs on rolls and loaded burgers, and I'm stuck with "crap." I say "crap," because it wasn't actually crap it just was compared to theirs. All I wanted was a little time to myself, is that too much to ask? For a fucking 21 year old to be treated like she's 21 and not like she's fucking 5. Then we went downtown for our walk, my parents and I, and they all came too... and I had to do two of my least favorite things, power walk, and walk alone, just to get some time to regain my head. I took every chance I could to be far enough ahead that they wouldn't let the girls go to me alone. And yet, they still managed to catch up somehow. On the way down... it was horrible. On the way back to the car they all decided to take a different street. One the was far bumpier on the feet. They didn't seem to realize I had been on my feet since... well a long time with only like 2 minutes of sitting at any given time in bad sneakers where the rubber was almost worn right off. So I told them go ahead, but I was going back on the riverwalk. Of course, this fortunately got the girls away from me, but not far. I had to power walk, and practically jog, just to get ahead to where I was going to stop in the riverpark and wait. I had planned on sitting on a bench, enjoying the warm air and sunsetting... But I turned and sat and looked...and here came the elder of the two little girls... POWER WALKING and then RUNNING to me. I wanted to fucking cry right there. Fortunately after that they left. They had to go grocery shopping. Desperate Housewives was never so relaxing, Grey's Anatomy never so poignant and enjoyable... all because I got to be an adult finally. But this is ridiculous.
The silver linings... The Blue Angels overhead and the fact I had lost 6 pounds last week when I was cheating on the diet.
The total times I was without two girl shaped mittens after 1pm...
-Bathroom (1 minute)
-Car ride (total of maybe..... 25 minutes)
-Bathroom (1 minute)
-Brief moment where they were stupid enough to let go of me and runaway and I ran into the house (Lasted all of 2 minutes.)
-Car ride (10 minutes)
That brief moment up there... I so should have ran to my room, climbed in my bathtub and pulled the shower curtain closed and prayed they didn't think to look there.