Uneventful Day
Today was the most boring day on any family trip ever, I think. Since we exhausted ourselves on the montain yesterday, we all slept in today until about noon. I didn't feel very good (emotionaly, not physically) so I decided to take a long shower. Everyone else was hungry and angry at me when I got out because they waited for me to get out of the shower before eating. I figured they would eat while I was in there, so nobody else was very happy either.
We went to Golden Coral for a good meal, and I was pretty silent and reclusive. I was in this mood all day, by the way, so I don't have to repeat it through the rest of the entry.
After that, we headed to Underground Atlanta. This, in my mind, was supposed to be underground. However, all it ended up being was a shopping center/mall that was partly below the surface. Really, it was no different than any other mall except they had more tourist traps than usual. Mary and I broke off and went in various shops. The only one I found interesting was called East Meets West, an oriental shop with different Japanese and Chinese things.
After that we came back to the motel and played hearts under much duress. See, Mary has never been a game person. Beth has always been a keep-to-myself person. Dad usually doesn't play games. Mom and I love games.
Today, however, Dad felt like playing cards. This means we had three people interested in a game. We wanted to play hearts and tried to convince Beth or Mary to play with us. Apparently, we tried too hard because Beth ended up going to the bathroom to avoid us and Mary was very upset with us for pushing it. Dad has always been the type of person to push persistantly. Eventually Faith found trouble and got yelled at by Mary. Since she ignored Mary (like usually), I stepped in and used my deep, intimidating voice to tell her that she needs to listen to her aunt. In responce, she gave me a "whatever" look and she covered her ears. I called her a brat.
I think she is a brat, or at least she acts like one a lot.
Later on, Beth returns from the bathroom in tears, tells me to never call her daughter a brat again, and says she will play with us. I know that she just decided to play because Dad (and us) wouldn't let it go, so of course she didn't have fun. Or if she did she sure didn't let it on. Eventually, Mom, Dad, and I had fun with it. I lost horrbly, but I had fun mostly.
What I don't understand is how Mary would just sit there and not play. She could see how badly we wanted her to, and she knew how happy it would make Dad if she were to join us, but she still would rather sit on the bed and do nothing instead of play a game with us. I know it was kinda mean of us to keep it going, but it was pretty selfish of her not to play, honestly.
After hearts, we went to Wendy's for dinner. During the course of the meal, Faith started acting up (like usual). She tends to prefer playing with her food rather than eating it. That's pretty understandible considering she's 6 years old. However, Beth refuses to accept the fact that she is raising a CHILD so she always gives her an adult-sized portion of food and expects her to clean her plate. So there is never a peaceful meal. If Faith is not crying and Beth is not completely hot-and-bothered by the end, its considered a terrific experience. Strange, really, how Beth refuses to learn from her experiences, because it has always been this way.
So, here I sit. I am pretty sick of feeling bad (emotionally, not physically). All day I've been depressed, angry, tired, sad, or bothered over something or another. I just want to read and go to bed right now. No deep thoughts today, I guess. Call it making up for yesterday's overly-long entry.
We went to Golden Coral for a good meal, and I was pretty silent and reclusive. I was in this mood all day, by the way, so I don't have to repeat it through the rest of the entry.
After that, we headed to Underground Atlanta. This, in my mind, was supposed to be underground. However, all it ended up being was a shopping center/mall that was partly below the surface. Really, it was no different than any other mall except they had more tourist traps than usual. Mary and I broke off and went in various shops. The only one I found interesting was called East Meets West, an oriental shop with different Japanese and Chinese things.
After that we came back to the motel and played hearts under much duress. See, Mary has never been a game person. Beth has always been a keep-to-myself person. Dad usually doesn't play games. Mom and I love games.
Today, however, Dad felt like playing cards. This means we had three people interested in a game. We wanted to play hearts and tried to convince Beth or Mary to play with us. Apparently, we tried too hard because Beth ended up going to the bathroom to avoid us and Mary was very upset with us for pushing it. Dad has always been the type of person to push persistantly. Eventually Faith found trouble and got yelled at by Mary. Since she ignored Mary (like usually), I stepped in and used my deep, intimidating voice to tell her that she needs to listen to her aunt. In responce, she gave me a "whatever" look and she covered her ears. I called her a brat.
I think she is a brat, or at least she acts like one a lot.
Later on, Beth returns from the bathroom in tears, tells me to never call her daughter a brat again, and says she will play with us. I know that she just decided to play because Dad (and us) wouldn't let it go, so of course she didn't have fun. Or if she did she sure didn't let it on. Eventually, Mom, Dad, and I had fun with it. I lost horrbly, but I had fun mostly.
What I don't understand is how Mary would just sit there and not play. She could see how badly we wanted her to, and she knew how happy it would make Dad if she were to join us, but she still would rather sit on the bed and do nothing instead of play a game with us. I know it was kinda mean of us to keep it going, but it was pretty selfish of her not to play, honestly.
After hearts, we went to Wendy's for dinner. During the course of the meal, Faith started acting up (like usual). She tends to prefer playing with her food rather than eating it. That's pretty understandible considering she's 6 years old. However, Beth refuses to accept the fact that she is raising a CHILD so she always gives her an adult-sized portion of food and expects her to clean her plate. So there is never a peaceful meal. If Faith is not crying and Beth is not completely hot-and-bothered by the end, its considered a terrific experience. Strange, really, how Beth refuses to learn from her experiences, because it has always been this way.
So, here I sit. I am pretty sick of feeling bad (emotionally, not physically). All day I've been depressed, angry, tired, sad, or bothered over something or another. I just want to read and go to bed right now. No deep thoughts today, I guess. Call it making up for yesterday's overly-long entry.