Blarg...

I get tired of being the only adult in the house sometimes.  This week being one of them.  I have a million things to do and I don’t want to do any of it.  Seriously, all week I felt like a defiant 5 year old who needed a nap so bad that they threw everything they touched.  Thank gods I have people in my life that I can vent to who, surprisingly, have not run screaming - yet anyway.

I want to date and fall in love.  But my experience with relationships pretty much goes as follows:   Imagine getting  a puppy on Christmas morning.  Someone took their time lovingly wrapping the box they picked out just for you.  Maybe added a ribbon or two for extra flair to prove how much they love you.  And then when you open it, you find the most demonic pet that anyone would hope to never have that ruins your, albeit somewhat delusional, vision of long walks on the beach during sunset.  They instead try to kill you in your sleep or live a double life with their previous owner or disappear without a trace, never to be seen or heard from again with no explanation as to why.

Men are like blenders.  You are really, really sure that you are need one when you don’t have one, but you’re not sure what for once you get it.  Not a very nice analogy, I know.  Don’t ever accuse me of having tact. I quit that crap years ago.

I see all these awesome relationships going very well all around me and it almost feels like I’m window shopping for what I want (and things that I will run screaming from) in a relationship.  I really can’t handle not being able to do what I want when I want to do it or having to explain why I like space so much.  It’s probably because I’m not really sure myself.  I do have to admit though, that sleeping in the bed and being able to hog the entire thing is kind of nice.

I digress.

This week without my son has been nice with just my daughter.  She wants almost nothing to do with me most of the time unless it involves food, but I’m pretty sure that goes for most parents of teens.  We’ve eaten our fair share of “girl food”, healthy stuff my son won’t touch with a 10 ft. pole.  Watched some movies.  Red Eye and Fight Club were both fantastic.  I tried brussel sprouts for the first time since I was a kid.  I love them and can’t get enough of them.  She and I actually fight over them.  Just want to throw an apologetic shout out to my mom for every one that I gagged on as a kid.  These things are pretty delicious!  Don’t ask me to try beets.

Thursday we went to camp.  My brother moved the key location and thought it would be ok not to tell anyone – that was fun.  Thankfully I knew where the spare is.  Rei broke my fishing pole and I made her wade out to get it.  The water was only waist deep but she acted like she was dying nonetheless.  I can’t blame her, she had to walk into the weeds to get it.  I instantly panic and am convinced something is going to lunge out and eat me any time one of them touches me when I’m swimming.  The bugs weren’t as bad as they had been when I went there the week before.  Didn’t catch anything, but not surprised because we went in the middle of the day.  The dogs loved it.  Jack loves to swim, only he won’t go out on his own.  He stands on shore with a shit-eating grin on his face waiting for me to come pick him up, wade out to my waist and then let him swim back to shore and do it all over again.  Then he runs around like someone lit a rocket out of his ass.  It was the first time that I took Riley with us.  She was still unsure of the water at first.  Then Rei pushed her off the dock accidentally.  To our surprise, she swam back to shore, got back on the dock and jumped off.  She only did it once, then she got onto shore and rolled in the pine needles and dirt so I had to drag her back into the water to rinse her off.  Australian Shepherds and their damn double coat!

The boy child left for camp without a hitch and is being picked up by my dad.  I am dying to hear all the details about it.  I sent him with his backpack that was still in brand new shape for school without thinking.  Hope it’s still in one piece.  My son (and most boys I know) are so rough with their backpacks that I had to replace it 3x last year, much to the chagrin of my wallet.  And he grew!!  This spring he pulled an Incredible Hulk and had literally NOTHING to wear, so in a bind I had to go to goodwill and buy a bunch of pants that fit him in the waist and have my mom hem them.  They are now like Capri pants.  Also he went from a kid’s size 5 shoe to men’s 8.  Tell me about it, **face palm**.  Thank gods all of his shorts fit him from last year.

My daughter has always been a loner.  She likes being by herself.  Like me, she prefers quiet.  Anytime we’ve gone swimming or to camp, she is instantly ready to go.  She has yet to contact any of her school friends to do anything.  I’m almost concerned, but she just doesn’t care.

I am a little less concerned about the car issue.  It runs.  It gets me to where I need to go.  And my son is still thankful we have a really safe imaginary motorcycle.

It’s the little things.