Argh.
Cory took off of work today and I'm trying not to grumble about it, so I'm writing it here.
I know it's been at least 12 days since he's had an actual day off.
I know he won't really be doing much of anything today except for staying at home.
It still irritates me.
I drove him all week and the one day its his mothers job to take him, he takes off.
Grrr.
Maybe I'll just tell him that I can't bring him tomorrow so his mother can take him.
I'm jealous.
Another eight hours in this office.
Three in Dunedin tomorrow morning.
I know they say be careful what you wish for but this quiet office is absolutely killing me.
I could hear a pin drop.
I feel like I'm in this alternate universe where time is moving so very slowly.
After work, I'm not sure what I'll do.
If I'm determined to make him have his mom drive him to work, I will have a relaxing night at home with Mom.
If I'm not and I cave, like I usually do, I'll be packing and rushing back to Largo.
56 days until the move.
Will life get better?
Could it get worse?
Mom's done everything she can to keep things relatively stable, but they haven't been.
It's not her fault necessarily.
But things with Cory haven't been that stable either.
It seems not matter how hard I try to control for the variables, there will always be something that comes up that I wasn't anticipating.
Ah, life.
Cory's job is only temporary but how stable is mine?
One day I will learn not to waste my time calculating and predicting.
It's another Friday night.
I will either be spending it at home with Mom or in bed with Cory.
Pretty pathetic for a twenty year old.
But at least my life is still somewhat my own.
I have friends who are married and with babies.
I have friends who have chosen throug parenthood to sacrifice their pleasures for the happiness of their children for the next eighteen or so years.
I don't know what that's like.
Despite how I complain that I still have a mother to come home to, who bitches if I don't see her enough, I could still do anything that I want and I can spend hours doing nothing.
I saw Cindy yesterday.
I picked her up and we drove.
Wasted a quarter of a tank of gas just to catch up.
I dropped her back off around nine or so because I was yawning and I thought, god, I feel old.
Cory has to feel the same, or maybe, more so than me.
We'll get through it.
Now, I have no clue what I'm going to do with the rest of my day.
Ugh.
I know it's been at least 12 days since he's had an actual day off.
I know he won't really be doing much of anything today except for staying at home.
It still irritates me.
I drove him all week and the one day its his mothers job to take him, he takes off.
Grrr.
Maybe I'll just tell him that I can't bring him tomorrow so his mother can take him.
I'm jealous.
Another eight hours in this office.
Three in Dunedin tomorrow morning.
I know they say be careful what you wish for but this quiet office is absolutely killing me.
I could hear a pin drop.
I feel like I'm in this alternate universe where time is moving so very slowly.
After work, I'm not sure what I'll do.
If I'm determined to make him have his mom drive him to work, I will have a relaxing night at home with Mom.
If I'm not and I cave, like I usually do, I'll be packing and rushing back to Largo.
56 days until the move.
Will life get better?
Could it get worse?
Mom's done everything she can to keep things relatively stable, but they haven't been.
It's not her fault necessarily.
But things with Cory haven't been that stable either.
It seems not matter how hard I try to control for the variables, there will always be something that comes up that I wasn't anticipating.
Ah, life.
Cory's job is only temporary but how stable is mine?
One day I will learn not to waste my time calculating and predicting.
It's another Friday night.
I will either be spending it at home with Mom or in bed with Cory.
Pretty pathetic for a twenty year old.
But at least my life is still somewhat my own.
I have friends who are married and with babies.
I have friends who have chosen throug parenthood to sacrifice their pleasures for the happiness of their children for the next eighteen or so years.
I don't know what that's like.
Despite how I complain that I still have a mother to come home to, who bitches if I don't see her enough, I could still do anything that I want and I can spend hours doing nothing.
I saw Cindy yesterday.
I picked her up and we drove.
Wasted a quarter of a tank of gas just to catch up.
I dropped her back off around nine or so because I was yawning and I thought, god, I feel old.
Cory has to feel the same, or maybe, more so than me.
We'll get through it.
Now, I have no clue what I'm going to do with the rest of my day.
Ugh.