snow day!

So there's a huge winter storm here today (yes, winter storm. yes, it's April 29) and I got stuck for the first time ever in my life.  Luckily, it was 3 blocks from my house, and on my way to work, so I ditched my car and walked home for a wonderous snow day.

Ever notice how when you have a unexpected day off, you always think you are going to get so many things done because, well, you're already awake, and there's so much day left!
...Ever notice how on these days pretty much zero gets accomplished?

That was my snow day today.  And although it was wonderous, it was so very unproductive that I almost feel guilty.  Which is silly really, because it's not like there was anything I NEEDED to do... but for some reason I feel like I wasted this day.

....I can't wait til I get back to school so I can have weeks upon weeks of wasted days....

That's the life.

PS I rescued my car, all is well!  The Princess of Power is triumphant again!!

lesbian minute!

An Horse - Camp Out (in a BOAT!)

Glee is full of (not-so) secret lesbians...

 

*sigh*

That is all.


**update**
one more.

switching roles.

What do you do when you become the parent, and your parent becomes the child?

I feel sometimes that I'm so completely selfish, because all I want my mom to be is my mom. After the divorce, she continued on being that person for a long while... and then all of a sudden it's like she's 16 all over again.  Partying, poor, drinking, dating... All I want is for her to go back to being my mom.  My mom who makes chicken noodle soup from scratch when I'm sick.  My mom who fixes zippers when they break.  My mom who has dinner every Sunday for the kids and her hubby.  My mom who redesigns the kitchen just so.  My mom who can make everything okay when it isn't, and make all your worries melt away onto her shoulders.

I hate that now I am that person for her.  I have to do the worrying, the calling to make sure she's okay, the taking care.  It's not fair.  I don't feel like a grown up yet.  I'm not ready to be a care-giver... I'm still a care-taker.  I don't even know who I am as a person, I'm not ready to help her find it too.

I'm selfish.

But I'm supposed to be!  I'm the child.

I think she was happier then too though.  The party only lasts so long.  Then all your left with is a huge mess to clean up, and no one around to help.

Sometimes I feel like I need to be everybody's rock.  The constant support system, the sounding board, the advice columnist, the counselor... and it used to be that my mom was mine.  But now I'm hers too... So who do I get to talk to?  Who is left to help me when it all becomes too much?