...With a sense of poise and rationality.
Lately, I haven't really understood why I'm babysitting these children. They practically sit themselves. Well, I take that back, I know why I'm babysitting during the hours of 7-11, but after that, there is no need for me to be there.
Like today, for example, after K got home from work, I took her to her phys. therapy appt., then T and I went to McDonald's because it reopened today (it looks very classy for a McDo's). After we picked up K from PT, we dropped off boxes at her friend's house, sat there for a while, then went to B's house because it has AC and it's about 90 degrees today. While at B's, K slept while the boys watched a movie and played in the [fenced] backyard. Meanwhile, I sat around doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Around 4:30, when K woke up, we took T to baseball practice and then she took me home (well, after we went back to her house so we could get T a pair of shorts, more practical than his cargo shorts (WTF? Think, kid), to practice in. Needless to say, that 3-3.5 hours of my day was a complete waste.
Anyhoo, B will be gone for two weeks starting next week and T will be gone for about the same amount of time starting on Wednesday of next week. I'm going to enjoy the time away and I'm hoping to find a different job so I don't have to go back to that one. Wait, is that a really passive way of going about this?
Now that I'm done with the whining...I'm going to go apply for [hopefully] my last student loan for my BA. I guess that makes my return to Linfield official...it's in writing.
Title Song: 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' - Panic! At the Disco