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Thursday, Sept. 01, 2016 - 10:28 p.m. I am mentally exhausted. More on that in a sec. Physically, I'm not doing too bad. I've been keeping up with the daily walks with the Hubs. It was his day off yesterday, so we packed a water bottle and took a slightly longer walk to one of the old playgrounds I used to frequent as a child. "Spaceship Park" to be precise. Now, I'm pretty nostalgic about this particular park, mainly because there is a piece of playground equipment that has been there for 30+ years. This piece of playground equipment survived the overhaul of the rest of the park: they removed all the merry-go-rounds, see-saws and teeter-totters, all the recycled-tire equipment that was indescribably fun, and replaced it with newer, shittier (in my opinion), boring, modern equipment that is designed for very small children at best. When Hubs and I decided to go there yesterday (aka, I told him that's where we were walking) I wasn't sure what to expect. I had got my hopes up it would be there, and I wanted him to experience it before it (eventually) gets tossed to the wayside, replaced by more modern equipment. As we rounded the corner, I kinda felt like Atreyu in The Neverending Story... "If the equipment still stands, take us there!"
Boo-to-the-fuckin'-YAH! There were no kids around, so we took a few photos and sat on the swings for a bit before departing. I swear if I ever become rich and/or fa-mousse, I'm going to buy that piece of equipment and put it in my backyard. Yesterday was a good day. Today, not so much. I could write a huge entry on today alone, but I haven't the energy (or time) and I assure you that there will be more misadventures to come. Let's just summarize by saying I tried to break up a dispute between toddlers (ie, I picked one up before he attempted to bite the other) and I was promptly branded by Jane's two-year-old:
To which I replied, "Nope. Not happening." "You could just give it up for adoption, though, right?" I laughed and said, "Oh heeeeeell no, I am NOT putting my body through that. Especially for nothing." "So, would you abort it?" she asked sincerely. I didn't flinch. "I sure would. Not happening." She nodded and made a mock-pout face but conceded. After today's bullshit roller-coaster (I left out a lot of crying/screaming/carrying on) I am more childfree than ever. I am Jane's friend, however. I am trying to help her out in her time of need, but her kids are almost too much to bear. I almost almost slapped her kid's hand after he bit me, but by then both kids (and two babies) were screaming bloody fucking murder, so I had that scrambling my thoughts even harder. I asked what I should have done after the fact, and Jane said to tell him NO BITING. I thought a slap on the hand would have gotten the message across a littler better, but he's not my child and I'm reluctant to overstep my boundaries, especially when Jane has been a good friend to me. It's been hard lately, what with her crazy kids being, well, kids and with her brother getting engaged, he being my ex and all. I had a dream about meeting his fiance last night, and she kept breaking into angelic song whenever I spoke to her. She had a beautiful voice, and I found myself actually thinking, "Fuck, she's perfect..." before waking. Welp, almost time to pick up the Hubs. I promised Jane I'd go for a walk with her and the kids tomorrow.... should be interesting. Hopefully I can avoid the toddler teeth this time 'round. ~Auntie Az
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