11-08-2004, 03:52 PM
Well, let me see:
On Friday night I had to drive a van load (6 kids) of screeching, giggling, pain-in-the-butt teenagers (13 and 14 years old) to go laser tagging, because Susie, my youngest daughter, has her 13th birthday today. The drive was one hour each way, the place I took them was noisy, with weird lighting.
Originally I had no intentions of driving, but was going to stay home to have some peace and quiet. Janet, my 19-year-old came home from where she studies specifically to drive, and her friend was the other driver. But one dumb mother wouldn't let her daughter be driven by a 19-year-old. Explaining to her that Janet is a more careful driver than me, and that she had her licence for three years and never had an accident made no difference. She would have considered it, if Janet would have been 20 (right, nine months would have made a HUGE difference, I am sure). If I wouldn't trust Janet to take care of the kids (and hey, she is a non-stop-talker, and noise won't distract her, and the more people around her, the happier she is, while me................well, lets not get into that), I wouldn't have asked her. But Janet and her friend came and were the chaperones, and played the game with the kids while I wandered the streets, 'took in' a dollarstore (found some cool picture frames), had a sandwich in a doghnut shop (sitting in a corner where the strange guy couldn't see me), almost got run over by a car because I wasn't paying attention when crossing the street to the store where I wanted to buy some ice cream. And afterwards I realized it may not have been entirely safe roaming the streets of a strange city late at night.
So, Saturday I had a terrible migraine and stayed in bed til the afternoon, and walked around in my pajamas for the rest of the day. But because Janet was leaving again on Sunday morning, I managed to bake a chocolate chip cake, so she could take a big chunk with her on Sunday.
At some point I wrote a two page piece on why life sucks, to give to a friend (the pastor's wife), because I knew she'd ask how I am on Sunday, and I was tired of lying, saying 'fine, thank you'.
Sunday I went to church in the morning, took lots more painkillers and went to church again for a hymn sing on Sunday night. After the service in the morning my friend asked how I am, and I gave her the letter and told her she'd know once she read it.
In the evening she said that she read it, and that we need to get together and talk.
And here I am, and life still sucks.
Ursula
On Friday night I had to drive a van load (6 kids) of screeching, giggling, pain-in-the-butt teenagers (13 and 14 years old) to go laser tagging, because Susie, my youngest daughter, has her 13th birthday today. The drive was one hour each way, the place I took them was noisy, with weird lighting.
Originally I had no intentions of driving, but was going to stay home to have some peace and quiet. Janet, my 19-year-old came home from where she studies specifically to drive, and her friend was the other driver. But one dumb mother wouldn't let her daughter be driven by a 19-year-old. Explaining to her that Janet is a more careful driver than me, and that she had her licence for three years and never had an accident made no difference. She would have considered it, if Janet would have been 20 (right, nine months would have made a HUGE difference, I am sure). If I wouldn't trust Janet to take care of the kids (and hey, she is a non-stop-talker, and noise won't distract her, and the more people around her, the happier she is, while me................well, lets not get into that), I wouldn't have asked her. But Janet and her friend came and were the chaperones, and played the game with the kids while I wandered the streets, 'took in' a dollarstore (found some cool picture frames), had a sandwich in a doghnut shop (sitting in a corner where the strange guy couldn't see me), almost got run over by a car because I wasn't paying attention when crossing the street to the store where I wanted to buy some ice cream. And afterwards I realized it may not have been entirely safe roaming the streets of a strange city late at night.
So, Saturday I had a terrible migraine and stayed in bed til the afternoon, and walked around in my pajamas for the rest of the day. But because Janet was leaving again on Sunday morning, I managed to bake a chocolate chip cake, so she could take a big chunk with her on Sunday.
At some point I wrote a two page piece on why life sucks, to give to a friend (the pastor's wife), because I knew she'd ask how I am on Sunday, and I was tired of lying, saying 'fine, thank you'.
Sunday I went to church in the morning, took lots more painkillers and went to church again for a hymn sing on Sunday night. After the service in the morning my friend asked how I am, and I gave her the letter and told her she'd know once she read it.
In the evening she said that she read it, and that we need to get together and talk.
And here I am, and life still sucks.
Ursula
id homework.