All is right with the world. My work is done for this semester and I'm leaving for Florida on Tuesday. With the exception of this pesky swine flu I'm feeling good.
Drove to work today because I'm afraid someone will cough on me on the subway. I'm not afraid of getting the swine flu. As a matter of fact, I assume I will get it at some point. Either the girl will bring it home with her from school or some asshole on the subway will hack flu all over me. I just don't want it until I get back from vacation so I'm paying $18 a day to park in Manhattan today and tomorrow. I'm not trying to fight my luck, just postpone it. That's allowed, right? Cheating the system...
My cousin is coming from California with his girlfriend. They are staying with me for 4 days. I thought I was just the hotel but it turns out I am also the entertainment and tour guide. I took off Friday and now I have to decide what to do with these people.
I tried to pack for Florida. I can't. I need all the things that I have to pack. I bought the girl new summer clothes for the trip and packed them. She unpacked them because it was 90 degrees here the past few days. Back to square one.
She keeps fighting me on clothes. Yesterday we had the biggest argument because she didn't want to wear a tank top. Her arms will show, she says. Have you ever heard of anything more ridiculous in your life? MY kid is Mrs. Megaprude? Seriously? I blame the man. He is forever telling me my tits are hanging out...I bet she is self-conscious about clothes because of him.
He's not coming to FL with us. I'm so back and forth on my feelings about this. I want him there, but he clearly doesn't want to come. Same old song. He complains daily about everything. We are clearly not on the same page. Maybe we need a vacation from each other, too. Then he'll have a chance to miss me. Watching the girl all by myself will be fun. Of course I can handle it. But it's just like watching a second purse full of cash...can't let it out of your sight. Also, I fear she may annoy me. Hopefully she won't annoy me much until day 7, but what happens if she does on day 2? Then what? Yeah, yeah...you think I'm a bad mom. YOU TRY IT.
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