Because Liam woke up at two. After Karl, who had fallen asleep in the family room, sent him back upstairs, I checked the clock and saw it was about two, and sent him back to bed. He continued to keep coming in a few more times, although now I think he is back in his room looking at books. Or maybe sleeping by now.
I am stressed.
First, this Lassie thing. I haven't received any sort of contract or paper to sign. I cannot continue to keep showing up without that. The sponsor said maybe the money just wasn't there. Fine, but shouldn't someone let me know so I don't continue to keep coming? And honestly, I don't think I am what they need anyway. They need someone who as experience with it or something similar to help out. I think they are hoping to get someone from the college or something. Again, fine, but um, let me know.
Anyway I emailed the assistant principal, because while it would be fun to get to know the girls, I need some pay, don't feel like I am much help, anyway, and there is all this drama involved (from grownups!) which I don't feel equipped to deal with. I am not socially sophisticated enough for such drama. I just wanted to help out when I was asked.
At the same time, it will sort of hurt my feelings if I am not needed, and it will tick me off if there isn't money, after putting in a month of time.
Anyway. Being home more would be nice, too. I had bad dreams. I had to figure out where to hide the dead bodies before we moved and some people came in or something. Now I don't know how they "got dead." All I know is my mom was one, and there was another, but I am not sure who. And I didn't want to get in trouble. I was so relieved to wake up from that and remember, "Oh right, I didn't kill anyone."
I feel pretty unsure of my next steps in life. I feel torn. It's the same old, same old. Not who I am supposed to be, not sure I want to make the sacrifices to be that person.
Tired.
If I hear one more darned thing about Starbucks cups I am going to scream. My facebook feed just keeps blowing up with people complaining about people complaining. I haven't witnessed anyone complaining. I am sure some are, but who cares? Why is Starbucks getting all this free publicity. Oh yeah, because we are all sheeple. I am also sick of the social issues people keep bringing up on Facebook. I just want to know what is up in people's lives, see their cute kid pics, talk about my life a bit, and move on. I don't need reeducation by the politically correct or non-politically correct. Just lighten up people!
I suppose I should go try and get another hour or two of sleep.
I am stressed.
First, this Lassie thing. I haven't received any sort of contract or paper to sign. I cannot continue to keep showing up without that. The sponsor said maybe the money just wasn't there. Fine, but shouldn't someone let me know so I don't continue to keep coming? And honestly, I don't think I am what they need anyway. They need someone who as experience with it or something similar to help out. I think they are hoping to get someone from the college or something. Again, fine, but um, let me know.
Anyway I emailed the assistant principal, because while it would be fun to get to know the girls, I need some pay, don't feel like I am much help, anyway, and there is all this drama involved (from grownups!) which I don't feel equipped to deal with. I am not socially sophisticated enough for such drama. I just wanted to help out when I was asked.
At the same time, it will sort of hurt my feelings if I am not needed, and it will tick me off if there isn't money, after putting in a month of time.
Anyway. Being home more would be nice, too. I had bad dreams. I had to figure out where to hide the dead bodies before we moved and some people came in or something. Now I don't know how they "got dead." All I know is my mom was one, and there was another, but I am not sure who. And I didn't want to get in trouble. I was so relieved to wake up from that and remember, "Oh right, I didn't kill anyone."
I feel pretty unsure of my next steps in life. I feel torn. It's the same old, same old. Not who I am supposed to be, not sure I want to make the sacrifices to be that person.
Tired.
If I hear one more darned thing about Starbucks cups I am going to scream. My facebook feed just keeps blowing up with people complaining about people complaining. I haven't witnessed anyone complaining. I am sure some are, but who cares? Why is Starbucks getting all this free publicity. Oh yeah, because we are all sheeple. I am also sick of the social issues people keep bringing up on Facebook. I just want to know what is up in people's lives, see their cute kid pics, talk about my life a bit, and move on. I don't need reeducation by the politically correct or non-politically correct. Just lighten up people!
I suppose I should go try and get another hour or two of sleep.
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