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My Life Thus Far
2016-04-12 06:39:21 (UTC)

A Childhood That Never Existed

I'm writing this entry on my phone because I'm losing control of my life. Okay, not quite. Dad's laptop is dying a slow death, so I said he could use mine. I only use it to write diary entries. I didn't look to see if it had been returned to my room before coming to bed. It hadn't, and the absolute last thing I want to do is go ask him for it. Hence, why I'm losing control of my life. I don't want to use the blender when he's asleep, I won't ask for my computer when I need it... I'm reverting back to a childhood that never existed.

The kids and Snookums went back to school today, leaving dad and I alone. So, we did what I often do when I'm alone on a day off. We went up to Port Townsend. We had a light lunch at Lehani's (a light and simple Tuscan veggie soup, and fresh muffins), then walked the main drag. The only place we went that I wanted to was Phoenix Rising. I rarely go to Port Townsend without stopping in, but since I was just there on Thursday, not much had changed. I wanted dad to see it, though. I knew it was the kind of place he'd also enjoy. So, we spent quite a few minutes in there. He mentioned that someday the book he's working on would be for sale in such a place. I hope he realizes that dream.

We milled about a few more stores before finally heading home. At that point it was around 4pm, and I the kids would be home soon.

Throughout the day, Snookums had been communicating with me that he wanted to go out and do something. It frustrates me to no end that whenever he says that, he never actually makes the effort of coming up with anything. He either leaves it to me, or takes so long deciding that most of the day is gone. Today was no different. I told him several times to think of something he'd enjoy. I was totally open. He didn't come up with anything. So by 6pm I told him to forget it. It was too late. Instead we went to Central Market and bought groceries so I could make mushroom stroganoff. The highlight of the evening.

It only took me 30 minute to throw together the stroganoff, and it was incredibly delcious. I used Bunashimeiji, Maitake, and Cremini mushrooms, sweet onion, and garlic chives in a savory herb brown gravy, over bowtie pasta. Of course there was garlic bread as well. And because I'm an adult, I had a glass of peach Moscato with dinner, got slightly tipsy, had a good laugh, and felt totally mellow... until Snookums started getting the kids riled up when they should have been setting down for bed. Then he got irritated with them for being rowdy. Talk about ruining my buzz. Now I'm back to feeling slight irritated. My new state of being, apparently. It's happening more and more these days.

I think that'll be all for tonight. Staring at this tiny screen is doing my eyes no good. And I'm getting sleepy. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have enough guts to ask to use my own computer. There's no reason why I shouldn't feel comfortable in my own home. I'm creating this oppression in my own mind, because I know dad doesn't care.




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