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Jul. 3rd, 2003 06:19 pmI hate this heat. Tomas is working an abnormal shift for a while. I end up watching the children alone from 10am-ish till they go to bed around 9pm. I do okay until 5pm, patience pretty much runs out then.
My mother has badgered me into fireworks and a picnic tomorrow. I hate fireworks. Well, that's not exactly the truth. In theory I like them. On tv I enjoy them. In person they make me want to sit by a telephone ready to call the fire department. In fact I can remember doing that as a youngster when they were shooting them off on my street. I have relaxed around them some since then, but the thought of spending the night with crowds, mosquitoes, heat, and crazed (and thanks to my mother's boredom and new job at a craft store) costumed toddlers, is not a fun one.
So tonight my plan is to put the children in bed, wait patiently for them to fall asleep, and then break out the berry cobbler, oj and vodka. If I'm going to be a grumpy grouch tomorrow, then damn it I am going to get drunk tonight.
I am feeling so restless. I want to cause trouble. Drama. Something. That and I want to wilt into my couch. Those two things seem incongruous. Oh well.
My mother has badgered me into fireworks and a picnic tomorrow. I hate fireworks. Well, that's not exactly the truth. In theory I like them. On tv I enjoy them. In person they make me want to sit by a telephone ready to call the fire department. In fact I can remember doing that as a youngster when they were shooting them off on my street. I have relaxed around them some since then, but the thought of spending the night with crowds, mosquitoes, heat, and crazed (and thanks to my mother's boredom and new job at a craft store) costumed toddlers, is not a fun one.
So tonight my plan is to put the children in bed, wait patiently for them to fall asleep, and then break out the berry cobbler, oj and vodka. If I'm going to be a grumpy grouch tomorrow, then damn it I am going to get drunk tonight.
I am feeling so restless. I want to cause trouble. Drama. Something. That and I want to wilt into my couch. Those two things seem incongruous. Oh well.
