Saturday, July 15, 2006
Auntie Krista
The mantra of my past 50 hours:
"Excuse me?? Auntie Krista? You know what? I have stir sticks. Right? Ok? Right Right??!! RIIIIGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTT????!!!!***!!!!!" And then, 30 seconds later, "Excuse me? Auntie Krista? You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? I am sitting on the floor. Am I? Am I? Auntie Krista? Right?? RIGHT?? AUNTIE KRISTA!!!!!!" And so on and so forth. Oh, and then double it. Times Two. And this is the good stuff. The bad stuff is also repetitive, but involves the stomping of feet, the crying and a whole lot more "No! Nooooooooooooooooooo. I don't want to!!!!!!!! Just because I don't!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I hate you!!!!!!!"
Ah, my nieces. I love them. Of course I do. But ohmygod. I don't know how my brother does it. I don't know how anybody does it. Everytime I visit them and I am a little bit older and a little bit wiser and have had a few more biological clock tickings, I think that I will suddenly have so much more patience, so much more energy, so much more resilience than I did in my younger days. But I am proven wrong time and time again. Here I am, 30, and exhausted and even as I type this Emma is sticking a whistling toy in my ear trying to get my attention back from the laptop. It either has got to be totally different when the kids are your own or I really have not yet become someone who is meant to have children. Which is fine...I am single, not having sex, barely even dating and still unclear about my career path. Not to mention, we are overpopulating the earth as is. I think instead of having babies, I will simply sleep. Sounds like a good trade off.
Update on my bedbugs...have had the apartment sprayed for a second time. Slept in the bed on Wed. night and got bit. Will sleep in the bed again on Tuesday night when I return home and see if I get bit. If I do, then I will return in August, attempt a couple more home remedies...and by the time Mom comes to visit, if I am still getting bitten, I will start looking very seriously at moving out. That is the plan. Not that there are any living accommodations in Vancouver that even compare to the rent that I pay. I would really rather just beat these stupid bugs.
Tomorrow we are taking Emma and Alex to the Calgary Stampede for Alex's 7th birthday.
And right now, Emma has found a pretend laptop, is sitting beside me and mimicking me as I type away.
Guess I better go play.
God, I wish I believed in caffeine.
"Excuse me?? Auntie Krista? You know what? I have stir sticks. Right? Ok? Right Right??!! RIIIIGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTT????!!!!***!!!!!" And then, 30 seconds later, "Excuse me? Auntie Krista? You know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? I am sitting on the floor. Am I? Am I? Auntie Krista? Right?? RIGHT?? AUNTIE KRISTA!!!!!!" And so on and so forth. Oh, and then double it. Times Two. And this is the good stuff. The bad stuff is also repetitive, but involves the stomping of feet, the crying and a whole lot more "No! Nooooooooooooooooooo. I don't want to!!!!!!!! Just because I don't!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! I hate you!!!!!!!"
Ah, my nieces. I love them. Of course I do. But ohmygod. I don't know how my brother does it. I don't know how anybody does it. Everytime I visit them and I am a little bit older and a little bit wiser and have had a few more biological clock tickings, I think that I will suddenly have so much more patience, so much more energy, so much more resilience than I did in my younger days. But I am proven wrong time and time again. Here I am, 30, and exhausted and even as I type this Emma is sticking a whistling toy in my ear trying to get my attention back from the laptop. It either has got to be totally different when the kids are your own or I really have not yet become someone who is meant to have children. Which is fine...I am single, not having sex, barely even dating and still unclear about my career path. Not to mention, we are overpopulating the earth as is. I think instead of having babies, I will simply sleep. Sounds like a good trade off.
Update on my bedbugs...have had the apartment sprayed for a second time. Slept in the bed on Wed. night and got bit. Will sleep in the bed again on Tuesday night when I return home and see if I get bit. If I do, then I will return in August, attempt a couple more home remedies...and by the time Mom comes to visit, if I am still getting bitten, I will start looking very seriously at moving out. That is the plan. Not that there are any living accommodations in Vancouver that even compare to the rent that I pay. I would really rather just beat these stupid bugs.
Tomorrow we are taking Emma and Alex to the Calgary Stampede for Alex's 7th birthday.
And right now, Emma has found a pretend laptop, is sitting beside me and mimicking me as I type away.
Guess I better go play.
God, I wish I believed in caffeine.
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