11/11/11

So I have to blog about today even if the only reason is that it is 11/11/11. Lol
So it was a kinda slow paced day for me, I woke up late, showered, and went to a kid's birthday party. It was fun even though my neice kept trying to escape, and I ate way too much, but it was a good time.
It was at Peter Piper's which is a local kids joint kinda like chuckie cheese. The pizza was good, and it wasn't overly anoying and loud like chuckie cheese can be.

After the party we headed home, and I had a quiet night babysitting my brother's kids. Thankfully the babies slept most of the night, they only woke up to eat, then went back to sleep. It was very late when their parents got back, but I got in 2 good movies so I can't say it was terrible. I watched Surrogets, and The Village. I liked both, since I really dig science fiction.

I really wish all days (and nights) could be this easy.

Rough days

I've had a few rough days living with my brother. Its not my ideal situation, but it seems to be getting a bit better. There are still issues, but no more screaming matches. It could just be the quiet before the storm, or it could be getting better. I'm not sure which but I'm hoping for better. I really do love my family, but sometimes its hard to make things work.

Too tired to sleep.

I spent the day helping my sister in law with her and my brother's kids. Crying, wining, screaming... you know normal kid stuff.
Had to clean up and unpack as soon as I had free time. Started at 11pm, just finished at 2am. I'm dead tired, but at least I'm mostly unpacked, and have clothes to wear, and don't have to dig for stuff.
I'm getting used to living with my brother, his gf, and kids. Its not perfect, and I bite my tounge a lot, but it could be worse.....

Feeling the pressure

Ok I'm begining to weigh the pros, and cons of moving here...
Maybe I should have done this before I moved? Its not like I'm being treated like crap, I'm just starting to realize I miss the freedom of having my own place. I don't like following someone else's rules, or being in someone else's space. I like having my own space. Sharing a bathroom with kids, and having to take everything in and out every day, since they will get into stuff bites.

I like having me time, not being surrounded. And I love my family, but I'm not cut out to be dealing with kids, and babies all the time. Having people tell me the proper way to clean, or when to clean bugs the crap out of me.
Having to watch what I say, or what I leave out, or eat is driving me nutts. I know it could be worse, but damn I just want my quiet life, and my 2 bedroom apartment back....