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I am not having a good day.
It started out pretty fun, with katie-lyn sleeping over and the Office and such. Then my mom totally couldn't remember who my godparents were, oh but she could tell you matthew's in a heartbeat...yeah that made me feel good. Then at dinner, she just handed me my plate, so i sat down and ate it, and then when i was taking the dirty dishes up to the sink, i saw my whole family (minus me) outside eating dinner and laughing and just looking picture perfect. Thanks family, for not telling me about that little get-together. So i just sat on the kitchen floor and cried a little bit. Then i had to make some stupid apple cake for latin class, which ended up tasting like pure honey (gross) and then the worst part of the day happened. My mom told me that she probably wasn't going to go to the family reunion in Indiana this year. The reunion is the thing i look forward to the most all year. More than the beach, more than anything else. And it's only once a year. It's the only time that i ever feel like a part of any family, and now that i'm getting older, i'm becoming closer to some of my cousins that live down there, and now my mom won't go because "she's too tired" just like she's 'too tired' to take me to the Y, or to go to the grocery store, or to get matthew baptized (even though he will be 4 in june) and oh my gosh sometimes you just do things even though you're tired. she doesn't even work, she stays at home with matthew. but she's never too tired to go visit her friends instead of being home when i come home. she's never too tired to go to the bookstore or the library and dump matthew on me, or go to her monthly Bunko games. But church? no, i'm too tired. Shopping? no, i have a headache. Cooking dinner? nah, i've been busy all day. I think i'm going to run away and join a traveling circus selling peanuts. Then they'll never find me, and i can work my way to London.
It started out pretty fun, with katie-lyn sleeping over and the Office and such. Then my mom totally couldn't remember who my godparents were, oh but she could tell you matthew's in a heartbeat...yeah that made me feel good. Then at dinner, she just handed me my plate, so i sat down and ate it, and then when i was taking the dirty dishes up to the sink, i saw my whole family (minus me) outside eating dinner and laughing and just looking picture perfect. Thanks family, for not telling me about that little get-together. So i just sat on the kitchen floor and cried a little bit. Then i had to make some stupid apple cake for latin class, which ended up tasting like pure honey (gross) and then the worst part of the day happened. My mom told me that she probably wasn't going to go to the family reunion in Indiana this year. The reunion is the thing i look forward to the most all year. More than the beach, more than anything else. And it's only once a year. It's the only time that i ever feel like a part of any family, and now that i'm getting older, i'm becoming closer to some of my cousins that live down there, and now my mom won't go because "she's too tired" just like she's 'too tired' to take me to the Y, or to go to the grocery store, or to get matthew baptized (even though he will be 4 in june) and oh my gosh sometimes you just do things even though you're tired. she doesn't even work, she stays at home with matthew. but she's never too tired to go visit her friends instead of being home when i come home. she's never too tired to go to the bookstore or the library and dump matthew on me, or go to her monthly Bunko games. But church? no, i'm too tired. Shopping? no, i have a headache. Cooking dinner? nah, i've been busy all day. I think i'm going to run away and join a traveling circus selling peanuts. Then they'll never find me, and i can work my way to London.