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My Life Thus Far
2008-08-23 05:44:21 (UTC)

Something Out Of Nothing

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Regardless of the fact that I didn't do a damn thing
today, I still had the best day I've had all week. That's
because all day I reminded myself that Annie comes home
tomorrow! The motivation behind sending Annie to camp was
to give her the opportunity to meet other kids her age,
but I'll admit, I was looking forward to getting her out
of my hair for awhile. Unfortunately it didn't work out
that way. Instead, I worried about her constantly. So,
it's needless to say I'm glad she comes home tomorrow. I
don't think I can take too much more separation.
Especially without contact. I can't call her and she was
having too much fun to write me back. I'm sure she'll be
disappointed to see us tomorrow.

Keenan has been acting funny the past few days. I ate some
chocolate ice cream (for the first time since he's been
born) a couple days ago and within a few hours of doing so
he started shrieking like a banshee. I've never heard him
cry like that before and he's been off schedule, gassy and
a little fussier ever since. I figured it was an isolated
incident. But today I had a little more chocolate ice
cream and the same thing happened. I think he might have
inherited his dad's lactose intolerance. Kiki did, so it
stands to reason that Keenan might, too. I'm not a huge
dairy consumer. I have about half a cup of skim milk on
cereal per day, maybe the occasional light yogurt and
that's it. Ice cream is a treat I only allow myself when
I'm being bad. So, if I have to avoid it, that's okay. I'd
rather Keenan be sensitive to dairy than vegetables,
that's for sure.

Snookums hurt my feelings today. I don't think he meant
to. He says he was joking, but a large amount of truth is
disguised as a joke. He called me crazy. He said that I
wasn't crazy when he married me, but that I've gotten
crazier over the years and that he should have known it
would happen because my mother was crazy when he met me. I
hate being compared to my mother. I try so hard not to be
like her. I can't help it if I'm somewhat similar to her
at times (she is my mother, after all). But, I'm not
crazy. The whole conversation came up when Snookums said
he wanted to get a gun, but that it wasn't a good idea
with a crazy wife like me. I might shoot someone. Maybe
he's right. When he noticed I was hurt, he came over and
hugged me, but the damage was done. I'm making something
out of nothing, I know. But, whatever. My feelings are
still hurt. Ciao.




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