I feel like I’m spinning my wheels these days. There’s too much going on around me. I can’t concentrate for very long. When I am home alone, I get a lot done. I don’t accomplish much when there are others here. There are too many distractions, too many voices. I cannot get done what needs to be done. I must try to focus and keep on schedule. I must demand that others respect that I am a work at home mom! They must let me work!
You’ve seen them. I’ve seen them. In fact, I see them every time I go somewhere with my daughter, S.R. They usually make me laugh. You know who I mean. Those men who stare at girl’s asses….
I’ve watched guys practically trip over their own feet, watching my daughter walk by. I’ve seen some run into other people because they are looking at her rear end. I’ve seen old men gawk. I’ve seen middle-aged men stare. I’ve seen guys in their 20’s (same as my daughter) watch in admiration as she walks by. I’ve seen men with their wives or girlfriends do the same, only to be elbowed in the ribs by their better half. I’ve even seen young boys, teens and even pre-teens, drooling as she passes by.
I have ‘busted’ them all by laughing out loud at them in the store, on the street, wherever we may be. They usually look down or away quickly because they were caught! It’s actually quite funny, but at the same time disrespectful of women. But boys will be boys, I suppose.
Tuesday, S.R. and I had some errands to run in W. Plains. We had just walked into Walmart, grabbed a cart and went on our way, when I noticed this creepy guy coming in the door. There was just something about him that caught my eye. When he saw my daughter, who happened to be walking away, her back to him, he was staring at her ass like….gosh I can’t even explain how he was looking at her. It was just plain creepy. It wasn’t funny or even slightly amusing like many times it is. It was just plain creepy. I wanted to punch him in the face.
I started to walk a bit faster so I could be closer to S.R. I didn’t like this guy looking at her that way. He sure wasn’t letting up. When he finally looked away from S.R., he saw me looking directly at him. I was pissed. It took him quite a few seconds to take his eyes away from mine. I was glaring at him and as he passed me, I was shaking my head slowly from left to right, as if to say “don’t you even.” Of course, I didn’t realize I was doing this until after he was gone. I watched for him throughout the entire store, and even in the parking lot when we were finished. I was very uncomfortable, to say the least, wondering what this guy would do if he had opportunity….the pervert.
I’m watching them. All of them. I hope you’ll watch them too. Protect your children, your mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, yourself….and protect your boys too. You just never know about people these days.
Sadness floods my heart tonight as my son and his long-time girlfriend are separating. The sadness is not in the separation so much, but in the fact that my grand daughter will be affected by this. She’s in the middle, as all children are when parents separate. The sadness surrounding the separation is more about the years spent together and events lived through. So many years were invested in this relationship and for it to just end like this makes me want to cry. I’m hoping that they will still be friends and do what’s best for my grand daughter. She deserves that much and more. The sadness is overwhelming when I think too much so this post is becoming quite unbearable. Tomorrow is another day…perhaps things won’t look so bleak.
I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted. One thing after another just appears on my plate. Why can’t I get it together? Why can’t I handle this? I never have any time alone, except when I sleep, the one time it may be nice to not be alone. I love my family more than life itself but I wish they would all just stop talking to me for at least a day. It’s like none of them can have a thought in their head without telling me about it. I just need some peace and quiet, some time to think, to work. Business is suffering because I can’t concentrate or stay focused on the task at hand. I keep spinning my wheels and I’m not getting anywhere, financially or personally. If everyone would leave the house just for a day, I could get so much done! They would be amazed! Well, that isn’t going to happen any time soon. I wish I could tell them all to “Just stop talking please.”
Dad turned 73 this month. He was sick on his birthday. We decided to wait until he was feeling better to celebrate. He’s been much better for the last couple of days so today, we decided it was time to celebrate! Nothing major, just a nice dinner, cake and a shopping spree.
S.R. is making a chocolate cake; can’t be anything but chocolate. Dad doesn’t like white cake and yellow cake is out of the question because he says it’s like eating cornbread with frosting. Whatever Dad. Chocolate on chocolate. I’m not complaining; that’s my favorite anyway. It’s just funny how Dad thinks. Cornbread with frosting. Ok. As long as it’s chocolate frosting I wouldn’t complain!
C.F. is here today doing laundry. He will have dinner with us. A.B. is at the college taking care of something — when she should be home resting after the car accident. She has a pretty bad concussion. Her mom took her (since A.B. totaled the car and she shouldn’t be driving anyway) and Doodle Bug is with them too. I miss her so much!
We decided to go out for dinner, maybe Chili’s or Ruby Tuesdays. Dad’s birthday, Dad’s choice. Dad wanted Chili’s, so off we went. Thing is, we live out in the boonies more or less. We have to drive 20-30 miles no matter which town we go to. Dummy me though, I got confused and we ended up going to the wrong town — a town with NO CHILI’S! Cripes. We ended up having Ruby Tuesdays, which was good but it was an aggravating dinner.
Dad complained from the get-go. The lighting was bad. The booth was too small. The silverware looked dirty. The waiter was a girly-boy, LOL. Dad ordered the Louisiana Fried Shrimp, then complained because he didn’t know it was breaded shrimp. How else do you fix fried shrimp? He ordered the house wine because it was the cheapest and then complained because “they could’ve at least filled the glass to the top.” The meal was good, but to hear him talk it was the worst meal he’s ever had.
Dad. Gotta love him, but can’t take him anywhere.
Being Aunt Debbie 