i don't believe this job title included maid?

today i had a little cry for the first time since wednesday, so i think i was due for one anyway. i just felt like a maid/stepchild (like the stereotypical movie child, not like real-life step children because they assimilate into a family really well). i woke up at 7:10 and went to breakfast and then i found out that i didn't need to bring the kids to school because the boy hurt his knee and couldnt ride his bike, so essentially i woke up for nothing. oh actually i woke up to be their maid. everyone finished eating but me and everyone got up and left me alone...with all their plates and junk. i understand picking up after the kids, but look, dad, im not your maid too. but i couldn't just not pick up his stuff because i don't stoop that low and that would be really bitchy. so i did it and i really missed home then.

so i passed the morning working out, and i found the local SUPERMARKET! so i went there and got goodies and saved money and i was soo happy. they sold diet orangina and let me tell you, it was heaven. then i rushed back because i thought it'd be thoughtful to go with the dad to get the kids because on a normal day i would go on my own. so i arrive and the dad's like "im going to get the kids" and i was like "ok! can i come too?!" and he said, "yea, if you want." and that was not the response i needed after the morning. so i went with him, thinking itd be quality time, and it was kind of, but the kids basically ignored me because the dad was there. then at lunch valere set the table so that he'd sit next to his dad, but then the girl put his wine glass next to her so neither wanted to sit by me and i sat by the boy and he threw a fit, and i was so pissed. i bend over backwards for these kids and they're going to treat me like that? when i tried to serve the boy tomatoes, he ignored me and i was like, look, i didn't pick to sit next to you. your sister did, so don't be mad at me. then the dad said NOTHING about how horrible his children were being. instead he said that if the kids are going to fight over whose going to sit next to him, then he'll just eat alone. not one word about how you shouldn't be a bitch to the person who takes care of you. they've bitten the hand that feeds them so much, i think it's been amputated. i didn't go with the dad to bring them back. fuck that.

so then i chilled or tried to chill here for a bit. it was difficult, as i was really mad and that's when i had a mini cry/rant session. i think it was three-tears-long, but i needed it. i started to freak out because there was nothing for me to do and i always need something to do, so then i started to think about what normal people do when they have time off and tried to do that, like read, or go on the computer, or sit, or watch a movie, and i was semi-okay at that, but that's something i have a lot of trouble with. i went to the post office and bought a big box to send some goodies home and had to ride my bike back with it, and the MISTRAL is back (that crazy wind), so riding on bike, one-handed, with a giant box to blow you over was a task. i got back adn then i went to the park with the kids and the dad, and i felt better. i can't have bad days because once you get down here, there's no one to help me back up, except me. and if you're wallowing in your own self-pity, you can't help yourself. i can just have good days and days. and today was a day and tomorrow is a mystery.

but when the kids were done with school and we went to the park it was better. and then we came back to the house and drew and then i felt a lot better. and then i talked to brady and he's coming in one month and nine days! and i don't normally talk about him in here, but im so excited i want to tell the WORLD....even the old creepers on the street. i think they'd be excited too! everyone should be!

tomorrow i get to go to painting class, and im super excited! im working on this piece that i've been drawing for a while and im excited to paint it. that's another thing about being here. i've had more time to draw so that's improved and im happy about that because i've always wanted to be a good drawer.
i think ill go catch up on anderson cooper, but if he's talking about the oil spill again, i can't bare it. it's so sad. BP...you SUCK.

cheerio, fruit loops!
chels aka count chocula