And the alien did decree: Sometimes I'm a pissypants, too.
I guess it's a prerequisite that I I tried to make the positives outweigh the negatives, but, let's face it, folks: I am a downer. I was just really cranky; babysitting a 10-year old sucks when you don't sleep enough to pass as civil when the kid's irking you. I really feel like a big jerk when I piss the kid off. I came in to this wanting to be a good babysitter, unlike his usual ones. The things I was pissiest about most were my bristly vagina and the possibility of not seeing my dad that day. Both were solved. I'm making a separate entry for the topic of Cherish. Maybe if I bury the entry, she won't notice it, and we won't launch in to another fight. Maybe. I need to talk about it some more, because I'm not placated about it yet. |
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