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My Life Thus Far
Does It Really Matter?
I slept until noon today. I would love to understand why I have such a hard time getting to bed at a decent time. No matter how tired I may be, there's no way I can get myself to fall asleep anytime before midnight. Even on the nights I have to wake up early the next day. Like tonight. I have to be up no later than 7:30am tomorrow. Which means I'd have to go to bed in 10 minutes to get a full 8 hours. So, that's not happening. Oh well. I'll survive. I always do.
I took the kids to get their Halloween costumes today. Call me a pessimist, but spending over $100 on an outfit they'll wear for one night, just so they can get $20's worth of "free" candy, is such a waste of money. I'd rather just buy them the candy and save the rest. But that's not how parenting works. Annie got a Zebra onesie, Kiki will be a goth prom queen (whatever that is), and Keenan will be Pikachu (a Pokémon character). They're happy, so I'm happy. Albeit $100 poorer.
Annie's boyfriend came over for dinner tonight. He really is a nice kid. I like him. He's quiet and kind. I'd even venture to say he reminds me of Snookums a bit. I need to have a conversation with Annie. Tonight was the first long term interaction I've gotten to see between him and her, and I didn't love what I saw. Annie is normally a pretty laid back, quiet girl. But when he was here, she simply wasn't her self. She was loud, rowdy, kind of rough (hitting and pinching him). It was so unlike her, at one point I flat out just told her to chill out. I'm not sure why having him here caused such a shift in her behavior. Mostly, he sat at the kitchen bar and watched me cook, while she was antagonizing him (with the poking, prodding, pinching, etc.) This was the first time she's ever had a romantic interest at the house, other than when he came to pick her up for Homecoming. So, maybe she was nervous. After dinner, we all sat in the living room and watched cartoons. She calmed down and cuddled with him. More like her normal chill self. I don't know... I do want to talk to her about it. But I'm not sure what to even say. Or ask. Does it really matter?
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