Ready for bed, but a smidge too irritated with the female child to relax. I’m trying to remember if at 17 I was such a mouthy, evil obnoxious ass. I’m almost certain I was not. On the outside. Really. Considering I had two kids at that age, I couldn’t afford to piss too many people off, especially relatives. You know, the ones who are supposed to stick around and do the awful things to help that no one else will. They did, though I’m not sure why. I can honestly say that if my kids had kids now, I would abandon the shit out of them…all! No problem here, I’d just say ‘no thank you, I’m done and this is your problem. Didn’t my life serve as enough of a horrid warning?’ Jesus, the nerve of teenage girls these days. And yes, I just said ‘these days’.
On the semi-brighter side of things the new job hasn’t sent me into an all consuming panic attack yet. Of course it’s only been one day, but that is more than I expected. Apparently I underestimated my ability to deceive. I’ve been ready for bed since 6:15 and am somehow still awake which will stop soon. How long will I be able to keep the charade afloat? Time will tell, my friends, time will tell.