My Wonder\ful Day.
Aug. 20th, 2003 12:44 amI'm seriously looking at NEVER HAVING CHILDREN. Spent a good portion of the day, at my grand mother's house. My grand mother watches her grand children, during the day, while their parents work. These children are, some of them, rather small. They are, usually, able to be calmed with a stern word, and a firm stance. Not so, today. Today, they acted like breathing was an offence against them, and they would Cry, and Cry and SCREAM, and Kick, and throw General Tantrums. And all of My efforts to teach them differently were, inadvertantly, squelched due to people trying to Soothe them. Bah.
I don't need that shit.
Otherwise, today, my sister and i walked around DC, for three hours in the hot hot sun, and then decided to go back to my grandmother's house. That was when the kids started being Especially bad. Then i saw my father. He came over grandma's, today, because he had a meeting, downtown. I talked to him, for a bit.
He asked me what i had decided to do, about going back to Atlanta. I told him that my flight was tomorrow (today), at 6. I told him that i'd shipped my computer, and my portfolio. And he looked sad. Thought i was heading back on Next Monday. And i felt bad. I want to at least see everyone, before i leave... And that's not going to happen.
I'm not going to get to see my father, or my step mother, or my cousins, or my other sisters. I'll, maybe, call them, and actually get them on the phone instead of leaving a "See you in November," message. Bah... I'm displeased.... The last few days of a family visit are always hectic. Moreso, now, becase of how long i've been here. I hope that my family never again wonders why i keep my other visits so short... It really fucking hurts, on so many levels, at so many cuhnks of time...
I've been sleeping poorly, recetly. Dreams that leave me feeling like something is seriously wrong...
I'm going to go, for now...
Later
I don't need that shit.
Otherwise, today, my sister and i walked around DC, for three hours in the hot hot sun, and then decided to go back to my grandmother's house. That was when the kids started being Especially bad. Then i saw my father. He came over grandma's, today, because he had a meeting, downtown. I talked to him, for a bit.
He asked me what i had decided to do, about going back to Atlanta. I told him that my flight was tomorrow (today), at 6. I told him that i'd shipped my computer, and my portfolio. And he looked sad. Thought i was heading back on Next Monday. And i felt bad. I want to at least see everyone, before i leave... And that's not going to happen.
I'm not going to get to see my father, or my step mother, or my cousins, or my other sisters. I'll, maybe, call them, and actually get them on the phone instead of leaving a "See you in November," message. Bah... I'm displeased.... The last few days of a family visit are always hectic. Moreso, now, becase of how long i've been here. I hope that my family never again wonders why i keep my other visits so short... It really fucking hurts, on so many levels, at so many cuhnks of time...
I've been sleeping poorly, recetly. Dreams that leave me feeling like something is seriously wrong...
I'm going to go, for now...
Later
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
two: I'm not equipped to be a Father. I'm more equipped to be a teacher. And that doesn't make for good parenting...
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Date: 2003-08-19 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Nothing to be sorry about...
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Date: 2003-08-20 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-20 07:44 am (UTC)Blah blah blah etc etc. . .
Anyways, I need out of this house and that's pretty much it. Claustraphobia is setting in because of the clutter. . . and no coffee maker and I need coffee, big time. I can't leave either.
Eaaarrrgggggg.