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Excuse the heavy posting …

We were supposed to have a day of soccer games.  Instead, the remnants of Humberto paid us a visit, and all games were rained out.  We have an active outing planned for tomorrow, but today – we have the luxury of lying about.  J is reading Harry Potter 6, Beloved is blogging and planning the week’s meals, and I am reading the news and blogging and reading and overseeing lunch (E made Ramen Noodles for her and her sister), and can I say I’m cleaning because the dishwasher is running?  I put the soap in and turned it on ….


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Bad Daughter

First of all, it’s supposed to be 96 degrees outside today.  I believe that should be criminalized.  96?  Disgusting!!

As I’ve said – I have my parents’ car this week while they’re on vacation.   This has been in the works for a long time.  When my father was here on the 14th, he handed me $30 and said, “Get the oil changed, it’s overdue.”  I groaned inside.  I don’t know where to go.  I live in a city, and I don’t see “Jiffy Lubes” lining the city streets.  One of the reasons I don’t have a car is I hate this kind of thing.  But whatever.  I have their car.  It’s nice of them (although, they didn’t really ask me, they just said, “we’re gonna fly out of Boston, you keep our car – find us a parking spot.”)

They left late on Tuesday.  The next 2 days, I think I mostly farted around the house.  I didn’t get the oil changed.  On Friday, the girls and I went to the beach for the day.  On Saturday, I ran around all day getting ready for camping.  On Sunday, we left for camping.  We camped until Wednesday night.  On Thursday, I went to a county fair with friends for the entire day.

Thursday night, I thought, “Shit.  I never got the oil changed.”  I figured I’d do it the next morning, before J’s friend came over at 1.  But E slept over a friend’s house, and because she didn’t go to sleep until 4 a.m., I didn’t pick her up until 11:30 a.m.  Then there were tears and arguments over the fact that she went to bed at 4 a.m., and then we rushed home to straighten up before J’s friend got dropped off.

Guess what I didn’t do?

So now it’s Saturday, and my parents come home today, at 5.  I need to leave the house at approximately 4:30 p.m.  It’s 11 a.m.  Beloved was going to use the last day with the car to go and get the week’s groceries … and I guess I need to fit in a trip to an oil-change place.  So that I’m not a bad daughter.

Which I’m already going to be when they say, “oh your sister’s coming for your father’s birthday!  Will you come in Friday night or Saturday morning?”  And I get to say, “Uh, neither, it’s E’s birthday party.” And then E gets to start crying and saying, “I don’t want to have a birthday party!  I want to see Auntie J!  I want to cancel my birthday party! I can have a birthday party when I’m 12!” and then I can say, “No, you’re not canceling your party, and I’m not spending the weekend before I start my job traveling” and she can start to cry again and say, “Why did you choose to start your job that weekend?  Why did you choose to have my birthday party on the weekend that Auntie J is coming?  Why did YOU do this???”

Bad daughter.  Bad mother.

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