why do I feel like such a dork when ever I visit or get visited by my sisters? Yesterday Pam and Cindy and youngins came for a belated birthday celebration for Hollace.<\/p>\n
We made brioche (Hollace’s only requirement for a party in her honor), had cake and ice cream, I ordered Gioradano’s stuffed pizza. Hollace and Emma went off to do art, the youngest two kept themselves amused and played outside a bit. Phillip played on the Wii and was bored. He also wasn’t too thrilled that the cake or ice cream wasn’t chocolate. He is at that everything is disappointing age (10).<\/p>\n
Had a nice visit with Pam and Cindy but I always leave the visit feeling disappointed or embarrassed or something. I have this illusion (or not) that I am a dork. I feel awkward and they are family! We spent most of the visit at the kitchen table with our iPads (or theirs at least because I let Michael play on mine) playing games and trying to get iMessage to work between us.<\/p>\n
At a loss to what to do to keep everyone entertained, I put on a movie no one has seen yet that is family friendly and an Academy award winner– Hugo.<\/p>\n
I shared with my sisters my neuroses on my impending room remodel. Normally I keep that in but for some reason I have been sharing that with everyone. How the hell am I going to empty this room of all the big stuff? Where am I going to put it all? And how am I going to cope with all the disorder! Oh, I know, get over myself LOL. Hey, I generally don’t get hung up on this kind of thing. Probably because I don’t do it much.<\/p>\n
Which brings me to my next topic. I live life too safely. I avoid turmoil and stress by living in a tiny house instead of moving to a more adequate house. By having only one kid. By having only one cat. Everything stays under control and low stress. Add another kid or two, a dog and a bigger house payment and we have more chaos, less money and no time (which I am ultra protective of, today we moved the clocks up an hour and it sucks). On the flip side, a boring existence, a crappy little house with no room and a kid with no big childhood memories.<\/p>\n
It’s been this way for 15 years and now at 48, it is bugging me. In five years the crappy little house is paid off. The thing is I am not unhappy or I know I would of done something about this by now. I think I am projecting what others might think. Deb at work mentioned last week when I put my room remodel neuroses out there that she is surprised we haven’t ever moved from that tiny house. All I really want is a place that makes sense for the treadmill and I can go on as usual. Or do I shake things up? Lets just get through the room remodels and go from there.<\/p>\n
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why do I feel like such a dork when ever I visit or get visited by my sisters? Yesterday Pam and Cindy and youngins came for a belated birthday celebration for Hollace. We made brioche (Hollace’s only requirement for a … Continue reading