I’m cranky, irritable, stubborn, and negative. I distance myself from people so I won’t get hurt. I’m not a happy, positive person. I don’t feel the need to talk to family. I’m not a touchy-feely person. I hate huggers. It takes a lot to impress me, and I find most things, that other people think are cool or funny, to be lame.
I know I’m not the daughter my mother wanted but she has my sister-in-law for that, and I’ve seen first hand that she’s the kind of daughter she wanted.
Finally routine is back. There’s no one around, and we have no obligations for the foreseeable future. Now if the heat would just cool down a bit and we could get some rain, everything would be great.
Three days was too long to go away. The first two days we were gone it was great. I was tired and didn’t want to do much, but my anxiety was down and I was feeling good. The third day was just terrible. I was so tired and worn out and anxious that I could barely get off the couch. There were too many people around and too much noise. Thankfully husband was there to steer everyone away from me and to give me some space and quiet time.
Now we’re home in our own space, where it’s clean and there’s no bugs crawling around, (I don’t understand how people can live like that), I’m doing a bit better. Except for now we have husband’s brother and family in town, and two family dinners scheduled for today and tomorrow. I really want to see the kids, but I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to do it. I hate that this happens. Especially since I had been doing so well before we went away.
I hate summer! It’s hot and sticky, I can’t use my kitchen because we don’t have a/c. This year is especially bad. It’s been 30+ for the last two weeks and it’s supposed to be almost 40 this weekend. Our house doesn’t cool off at night either. Thankfully if I open both the front and back door, and stick a fan in front of the front door in the morning, I can get the house down to 23. The kitchen is unbearable though. Looks like this summer we’ll be living off of sandwiches and salads. And takeout.
I grew up in a very religious household. Church every sunday, prayers before every meal and bedtime. Along with that came no celebrating Halloween. But that didn’t happen until I was around 8 years old. I remember having Halloween parties when I was really little, and trick or treating in costumes, and having normal kid fun. But then we suddenly weren’t allowed to celebrate Halloween because it was evil. We would be taken out of school, so as not to be subjected to the evil, that is going door to door, asking for candy.
One year, I remember the parents from my mom’s church (I would never consider it mine because I hated it and hated going) getting all crazy and having a big prayer circle, or whatever you call it, on Halloween night. It’s like they thought hell was going to open up, and spit out everything there was, into our little corner of the world.
I don’t really get why they got so crazy. Maybe it was all the rumors of razor blades and such in candy, after all, it was the 80’s. All I know is I thought, and still think it’s ridiculous. There’s nothing evil about Halloween. Or dressing up in costume. Or trick or treating! It’s fun, and I personally think depriving your kids of that is so not ok.
Husband has been working straight nights for almost a week
Restless leg syndrome for the last three nights
Not sleeping well for the last three nights
Being stuck in the house with nothing to do for two+ weeks
Not eating proper meals for the last week while husband works nights
Being off routine
This world saddens me. Every day I see something about shootings, or bombings, or hate crimes, or something else along those lines, and it hurts my heart. The town I live in is small, and shitty, and full of so much hate. We recently had a couple of cross walks painted with the rainbow flag, and a transgender flag for pride month. It was completely paid for by the LGBT community and they looked so pretty!
Last night someone was so disgruntled by it, a colorful cross walk, that they dumped tar all over both of them. What, about a colored cross walk, is so offensive that you feel the need to vandalize it? Does it really effect you? Is your life changed by those colored cross walks? Does it hurt you personally? I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, and you need to grow the fuck up.
The way I see it, love is love. Be who you are. If your outsides don’t match the inside, change it if you can. Not everyone has to like those facts, but they should be adult enough to keep that to themselves. And for those that can’t keep it to themselves, you’re an asshole.