It's 10 am. My parents are gone. My suggestions of going to the tea shop or hanging out until the afternoon were diminished when my parents said that it would be easier to head up to my aunt's house now.
I didn't say it. I wanted the comfort of my parents being here, but as usual there are curve balls thrown.
I don't want to be like my grandfather who complains of his problems and makes others assist him. I don't want to be like my mother who complains about her plantar fasciitis and bone spur as to the reason why we can't part a block away from somewhere and yet we can walk all over to shop. I'm tired of excuses, and yet some how I talked myself into many excuses for not telling my parents.
It's pretty fucking hard.
What's my excuse now?
I need to make breakfast. I'm hungry.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Day 74: Birthday Eve
I had a very long day of waiting, again. My aunt planned a baby shower for my cousin today. She announced it a few days ago. Party to start at noon. Parents to return around 4pm. Talk about HIV. Go to dinner around 6pm. Meet up with friends at my house around 9pm. Head to Ortegas for late night happy hour at 10pm.
My parents called me at 6:30 pm letting me know they were just leaving. They suggested I go out with my friends as it was getting late.
Why is it that when I rely on my family to surprise me for my birthday, to do something special, to maybe just have something available it never happens.
I wanted to tell them with plenty of time to process. I wanted this to be my time to tell them. I wanted it to be easy, smooth, the right time. I got very frustrated when my parents came home and said they would give me money and I could go out without them. I wanted my family and friends to be available for me to ring in the new year. My mom and dad complained for a while about how late it was, which is funny because my mom drunk dialed on Halloween as she returned from a party at 2:45 am.
The night out was great. When friends showed up and we gathered for margaritas I really really enjoyed myself. We returned home and I hugged my parents. They are leaving Monday morning but they think it would be better to head up to my aunt's house (30 miles north) to get a better start on the drive.
I passed out on the couch. Intoxicated but very conscious.
My parents called me at 6:30 pm letting me know they were just leaving. They suggested I go out with my friends as it was getting late.
Why is it that when I rely on my family to surprise me for my birthday, to do something special, to maybe just have something available it never happens.
I wanted to tell them with plenty of time to process. I wanted this to be my time to tell them. I wanted it to be easy, smooth, the right time. I got very frustrated when my parents came home and said they would give me money and I could go out without them. I wanted my family and friends to be available for me to ring in the new year. My mom and dad complained for a while about how late it was, which is funny because my mom drunk dialed on Halloween as she returned from a party at 2:45 am.
The night out was great. When friends showed up and we gathered for margaritas I really really enjoyed myself. We returned home and I hugged my parents. They are leaving Monday morning but they think it would be better to head up to my aunt's house (30 miles north) to get a better start on the drive.
I passed out on the couch. Intoxicated but very conscious.
Day 73: Waiting
My parents drove to my sister's house and are sitting drinking coffee waiting for her to go to the gym and come back then shower and get ready to go to breakfast. Oh did I mention it's 10am?
My parents and I are looking at each other as to why we are sitting here waiting here when we could have waited at my house.
Waiting for siblings. Waiting for others. I hate waiting when I have something to say or do.
My parents and I are looking at each other as to why we are sitting here waiting here when we could have waited at my house.
Waiting for siblings. Waiting for others. I hate waiting when I have something to say or do.
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