get off of my train….
Im tired as all kinds of fuck this morning, so I plan on spending a good chunk of this train ride with my eyes SHUT. This will be a quickie.
Yesterday was an ok work day, with the exception of that one advisee experience that happens every semester some kid shows up who missed the registration meeting, has none of their materials, hasnt looked at a course catalog shit, kid Im your advisor, not a fucking magician, what the fuck do you want me to do? So I sent her off to the main advising office. Be gone with you, o clueless one!
Got home to a 4 year old begging to ride her bike. We got her one of those little 14 bikes its cute, but she cant really ride it very well yet (not even WITH the training wheels!) and we dont really have anyplace safe to ride except the back patio. Anyway, at some point during this process we wound up with every fucking kid in the neighborhood in our back yard including the somewhat thickheaded boy from next door and the two fat, ill-behaved kids from the white trash house. Now these kids range in age from 9-12, and they are coming over asking to play with the 4 year old? I dont think so what you really want is to play on my fucking $800 swingset which of course they did until the fat little bastards pulled it right the fuck out of the ground and I had to put an end to that. Yknow my wife and I didnt want to be those kinds of parents to do the you cant play with those kids thing because they are just kids, after all, and my daughter certainly isnt old enough to understand, but yeah thats the last time those kids will sit on those fucking swings, I can tell you that.
Nothing much else of note happened until 11:00 or so when the baby rolled out of our bed and landed on his face on the floor. Ooops. I guess he CAN roll over now, huh? Poor little guy. Time to do the pillow-thing, I guess keep him boxed it. He seemed ok once he stopped screaming, that is. It was my wifes fault, by the way for the record.
The wife and kids are taking the train into the city this afternoon preschool is closed this week, and my wife is just looking for shit to do every day there is some kind of flower thing going on at Macys I dont fucking know my wife and her flower things I dont even ask anymore anyway, Im meeting them at 1:00, then well take the train home together. That really kinda sucks actually I feel like my space is being invaded train-time is MY fucking time people . Its the ONLY fucking time I have to myself, and now youre gonna take THAT away? Were doing it again on Thursday they are coming in with one of my daughters preschool friends and her family, and were all going to see the dinosaurs at the American Museum of Natural History. So thats TWO commutes Im robbed of this week. Im gonna be really crabby by Friday, I predict.
Ok well I promised myself some shut-eye, and thats what Im going to do
Later
d.
Yeah… one of my mom’s “friends” (not to be *that* kind of person–but a welfare mom of 3–3 different dad’s etc you know?) …well she just moved in 3 blocks down & went on & on about how excited her T was to come play with O & H. He’s TEN. Why would a 10 yo be excited to play with a 4 & 5 yo? I politely said I didn’t want to encourage O&H in playing with kids that much older than them…
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The thing is, really–he has ZERO respect for rules of any sort, nor any idea that he’s playing with kids smaller & less coordinated than him… he did come over once for like… 5 minutes & proceeded to walk thru like… every piece of dog crap in the yard (walking around with a good amount smeared all over his pant leg–ick… didn’t seem to care) & H had fallen & hurt herself almost right away.
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Ok–kid? GO HOME. I don’t want to babysit him ya know? But the $800 swing set… right. & it sucks to try to explain that to your own little one… who is usually just excited to have someone else–especially BIG KIDS–seeming to be into playing with them.
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I understand about the “my time” thing. I don’t like people invading it either. Of course my time is usually when other people are sleep, but still…I don’t like people invading my space. The only time I’d allow it is if it will be a short amount of time. I don’t even see my adviser. I only see her if I need to drop a class. I wish we had a good museum down here….
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RYN: Cajun In My Pocket is DAMN funny…..my friend knows the guy who “invented” it. Come to ITW!! I miss your entries….LOL 😉
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