I did a little door dashing-just an hour, then came home. It was rainy and quite chilly for the season, and I wanted to just come home and be cozy. Things at home are bugging me. Alec holes up in his bed with a tv and a computer, Gabe stays up all night, then comes home from school and falls asleep. This is not the best family living there is. I made dinner and we all just took our plates and scattered. We used to always eat together. It's the working evenings that messed everything up. And that I am just so tired. I find myself longing for the past, even as I know it's gone and wasn't great all the time. It is just hard being a single parent.
I would watch TV, but the remote is being annoying and requires constant battery removal and reinserting to work. I just don't feel like messing with it. I have an IEP to finish, but I have questions about it, that I probably can't get answered at night.
I got a new book; Good Joy, Bad Joy. We'll see. It's supposed to be a contemporary literature I think. I am tired of romance-where everyone is beautiful and perfect-and just taking a break from thrillers. I do enjoy a good thriller-not horror.
The skin on my arm is looking old and crepey. I think I am supposed to care, but do I? Does it really matter? We worry so much about our looks, but for most of us, noone is looking anyway. What's so bad about getting older, anyway?
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