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Aug. 2nd, 2007 01:20 pmGrr. I'm babysitting, and it really burns me up when I see the older girl do something shitty to her younger sister like throw dirt on her, then immediately come tattling to me about something else the little one supposedly did. They don't realize I can see them through the window, I think.
For all of her misbehaving and sneakiness, I realized today that I really do like the littler one better. At least she's got a personality. And I just cannot tolerate bossy girls or tattletales. I've seen the little one play with other kids and she usually does just fine, whereas the older one bosses the hell out of any other kid that wanders in her path. She tries like mad to run Ari's life, which is why he hates her so much, I think. She tries far too hard to both kiss my ass and tell me what I should be doing with them every second.
The day that I got back from San Francisco, I took Ari out to dinner and ended up having a life chat with him. He was upset about being labeled weird by so many of his peers and lately, his so-called friends. Junior high starts in a month, and I think that finally hit him. Anyway, I was able to convince him that inevitably, the people who have the most miserable experiences in high school end up having the best lives afterward. I cited lots of examples to him, including me and pretty much all of the friends I have, and I think it cheered him up. I heard him repeating the idea to my dad, and I was pleased to hear my dad laugh and tell him that he was exactly right.
I really wish I'd had someone to tell me this kind of stuff when I was 13. I think that's why I'm so adamant about being Ari's confidante. I mean, I can't change the fact that high school will be very, very rough for him, but I can make him understand that it's just temporary.
Phwaw. I don't know.
I really didn't want to babysit today. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing at 8 this morning and was half tempted to just ignore it or say I was sick. I haven't had nearly enough sleep now for several days, and I'm still feeling pouty about Meridan leaving, although it's improving bit by bit. I'm starting this weekend with all the plans I have to revamp my life, which includes Goodwilling a bunch of old junk in my closets and detoxing my body (no more caffeine, cigarettes, sugar, etc. for 3 weeks - lordy), which I know will keep me busy and make me feel productive. My health has gone completely downhill, and the pain from the endometriosis has gotten so severe that it's laying me up for at least a week every month now.
I don't want to go back on birth control. I really don't. There's just absolutely no point right now, I don't need it as actual birth control, and it just fucks me up in a million other ways. I'm going to try a little diet therapy instead.
I need to pick up some new knitting needles. Bah.
For all of her misbehaving and sneakiness, I realized today that I really do like the littler one better. At least she's got a personality. And I just cannot tolerate bossy girls or tattletales. I've seen the little one play with other kids and she usually does just fine, whereas the older one bosses the hell out of any other kid that wanders in her path. She tries like mad to run Ari's life, which is why he hates her so much, I think. She tries far too hard to both kiss my ass and tell me what I should be doing with them every second.
The day that I got back from San Francisco, I took Ari out to dinner and ended up having a life chat with him. He was upset about being labeled weird by so many of his peers and lately, his so-called friends. Junior high starts in a month, and I think that finally hit him. Anyway, I was able to convince him that inevitably, the people who have the most miserable experiences in high school end up having the best lives afterward. I cited lots of examples to him, including me and pretty much all of the friends I have, and I think it cheered him up. I heard him repeating the idea to my dad, and I was pleased to hear my dad laugh and tell him that he was exactly right.
I really wish I'd had someone to tell me this kind of stuff when I was 13. I think that's why I'm so adamant about being Ari's confidante. I mean, I can't change the fact that high school will be very, very rough for him, but I can make him understand that it's just temporary.
Phwaw. I don't know.
I really didn't want to babysit today. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing at 8 this morning and was half tempted to just ignore it or say I was sick. I haven't had nearly enough sleep now for several days, and I'm still feeling pouty about Meridan leaving, although it's improving bit by bit. I'm starting this weekend with all the plans I have to revamp my life, which includes Goodwilling a bunch of old junk in my closets and detoxing my body (no more caffeine, cigarettes, sugar, etc. for 3 weeks - lordy), which I know will keep me busy and make me feel productive. My health has gone completely downhill, and the pain from the endometriosis has gotten so severe that it's laying me up for at least a week every month now.
I don't want to go back on birth control. I really don't. There's just absolutely no point right now, I don't need it as actual birth control, and it just fucks me up in a million other ways. I'm going to try a little diet therapy instead.
I need to pick up some new knitting needles. Bah.
