Anyway enough of my ramblings, sorry about that. Im back from my week at the beach. It was nice, I enjoyed myself. I was able to hang out with Josh, which i liked cause he's soo cute and starting to talk a lot more.
One thing that kind of bothered me a little bit was that my mom invited her friend/josh's babysitter and she brought her 14 year old son. It was ok for awhile, I didn't mind him always asking to go play a game or go to the pool. But then one day he totally bothered me. I was sleeping in the couch bed in the livingroom of the condo. Yeah so I was sleeping in the living room because I usually stay up late and plus the TV is in there, so that day I woke up way before i wanted to, because in the morning he was bored and was kinda roaming around before i woke up. So I got up to use the restroom and was planning on going back into bed but when i walked in the room he's standing right there and says "good morning" and i stand there quietly for a moment not sure what to say back. Im not ready to wake up yet. So he tells me he checked out the stuff to play pool/billards. Im like why did you do that, who are you gonna play with? And he says he is waiting for me to get up. I laugh then proceed to go back to sleep and he sits on the sofa part of the bed playing his gameboy. A few minutes later the loud phone rings and its a pissy activity center employee telling us that we have had the pool stuff (the balls) checked out for longer than we were supposed to and that we needed to return them. After that I was just mad so i couldn't go to sleep.
Ok so I was already tired from not sleeping as long as i wanted that morning and we were supposed to get up early the following day to go to the mission, so i just wanted to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Anyway everyone else had already gone to bed awhile ago, but him and I. So I wait for this dumb movie we are watching to be over, and then think he is going to say good night and leave but he doesn't. So after a while I take the cushions off the part of the sofa that folds out into a bed and then get under the covers. All the while he just sits with his feet up and then once im in bed puts his feet up on the mattress. At this time I dont know what to say to him because im lying there obviously not watching TV trying to go to bed. I then feel stupid because I didn't more obviously say like ok im gonna go to bed now, get out. But anyway I try to go to sleep and am tossing and turning for awhile, but no I can't go to sleep.
I don't know why but I cant have the TV on when Im trying to go to sleep, its just too distracting. I subconsciously listen to it and all the moving lights piss me off. I need to sleep in almost complete darkness with little to no noise, as all my friends and family know. Plus the little jerk is right there, sitting feet away from me playing his game boy with the tv on in a room where I am trying to sleep. As I become more annoyed I start to think of what I should say to him, or how I will plan to torment him the following day. So as I go on to plot his death a calm comes over me and I am able to sleep. When my alarm goes off in the morning and I can't get out of bed cause Im too tired. The calm disappears and Im back to hating a teenage boy. But I forgive and forget.
Later he gets lectured by my mom and his mom for the way he's acting at the mission. He had to sit through that at least. I feel bad for kids who are punished from other peoples parents, but not so much this time. My moms bad too, she doesn't hold back; theres's no mercy. I guess it comes from her experience being a teacher, haha. Anyway enough of that complainfest.
posted by Kathy =) @ 5:02 PM
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