What with my parents' situation, I'm actually being told everything twice. Once by mum, then by dad, just in case mum didn't tell me. I know I can't really blame them, but it does get a bit annoying after a while.
And... did I say I'm being told everything twice? I actually meant four times, since dad doesn't trust me to remember what I've already been told and feels the need to remind me twice again, and also in unnecessary detail.
Showing posts with label seperation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seperation. Show all posts
25 August 2010
20 May 2010
mums are girls and dads are boys
I had a pretty good day today, overall. My good friend, jestar goes to this mother's group and she was saying how the place needed more helpers to look after the kids while the mothers talked, and so invited me to come along so I could be a helper. I decided to come along and I got a lot out of the experience. I think I will continue volunteering there for the time being while my Thursdays are free.
I don't really understand people who don't like kids. Is frustrated by kids, is confounded by kids, is worn out by kids, is overwhelmed by kids, is scared of kids, does not relate to kids, is not good with kids, yeah, those are all things I get. Don't like kids? How is that possible? These creatures, all completely human creatures, all possessing human genius and imagination, but who have not learned to be held back by self-imposed social restrictions.
They were all beautiful, each in their own individual way.
One highlight:
Girl1: Did you know... I'm a girl, and my mum's also a girl!
Me: Yeah?
Girl2: Yeah! And, and, my mum's also a girl, and I'm a girl, too!
Girl1: But my dad's a boy.
Girl2: Yeah, my dad's a boy, too.
Girl1: I think it's because mums are girls and dads are boys.
Me: That's very true. I also have a mum who is a girl and a dad who is a boy.
Afterwards I went back with jestar to her house and hung out with her. She's a wonderful friend and I love spending time with her. It was a pretty good day.
However, not so good is that today mum was saying that I might have to choose between going to Castlemaine with her, or Sydney with dad, if I can't find a way to support myself so I can stay in Melbourne.
Which sucks.
I don't really understand people who don't like kids. Is frustrated by kids, is confounded by kids, is worn out by kids, is overwhelmed by kids, is scared of kids, does not relate to kids, is not good with kids, yeah, those are all things I get. Don't like kids? How is that possible? These creatures, all completely human creatures, all possessing human genius and imagination, but who have not learned to be held back by self-imposed social restrictions.
They were all beautiful, each in their own individual way.
One highlight:
Girl1: Did you know... I'm a girl, and my mum's also a girl!
Me: Yeah?
Girl2: Yeah! And, and, my mum's also a girl, and I'm a girl, too!
Girl1: But my dad's a boy.
Girl2: Yeah, my dad's a boy, too.
Girl1: I think it's because mums are girls and dads are boys.
Me: That's very true. I also have a mum who is a girl and a dad who is a boy.
Afterwards I went back with jestar to her house and hung out with her. She's a wonderful friend and I love spending time with her. It was a pretty good day.
However, not so good is that today mum was saying that I might have to choose between going to Castlemaine with her, or Sydney with dad, if I can't find a way to support myself so I can stay in Melbourne.
Which sucks.
17 February 2010
Sharing
Today's been a bit of a haze, and things that were this morning (my class) feels like it was yesterday.
Although my parents are still living in the same house, they are "seperated". Earlier I was lamenting on how that they make seperate dinners now, not that we've ever been an "eat around the table" family, but... mum and dad are making their own dinners seperately, eating different things. Mum makes enough for me. Sometimes she makes too much for me to eat and I give my leftovers to dad, but if she knew, I don't think she'd be happy about it. I don't care. It's better than wasting food.
I was just thinking about this when I wandered over to mum's room, and I talked to her for a bit, and when I was leaving, she said, "Grab a couple rolls of toilet paper for personal use." I look and see several rolls of toilet paper being hoarded in her room. Turns out dad hasn't been giving her enough money to buy all the things she needs to buy for everyone, so he can "buy his own toilet paper." So we're not only not sharing meals anymore, we're not sharing toilet paper, either.
It kind of upset me, for some reason.
Although my parents are still living in the same house, they are "seperated". Earlier I was lamenting on how that they make seperate dinners now, not that we've ever been an "eat around the table" family, but... mum and dad are making their own dinners seperately, eating different things. Mum makes enough for me. Sometimes she makes too much for me to eat and I give my leftovers to dad, but if she knew, I don't think she'd be happy about it. I don't care. It's better than wasting food.
I was just thinking about this when I wandered over to mum's room, and I talked to her for a bit, and when I was leaving, she said, "Grab a couple rolls of toilet paper for personal use." I look and see several rolls of toilet paper being hoarded in her room. Turns out dad hasn't been giving her enough money to buy all the things she needs to buy for everyone, so he can "buy his own toilet paper." So we're not only not sharing meals anymore, we're not sharing toilet paper, either.
It kind of upset me, for some reason.
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