Yes, my family needs help.
I’m trying to find a low cost place for my family to do family therapy.
Sister Bonding Time: Photobooth Special Effects Photo Shoot
Spread so Thin
I feel as if I’m being pulled in every direction. As I’m attempting to juggle writing 1 paper a week with tons of readings, a 30hr a week job, and volunteering, I have people telling me I’m not good enough of a sister, or good enough of a daughter or good enough of a friend. I try to have a little bit of a social life and I’d like to continue my romantic life as to not die a spinster. And I get told all these things with no regard for what I need. For what I feel. I feel as if when I decide to put myself first, I get called selfish. I think that I need to be a bit selfish sometimes.
This year and next year are supposed to be the two most stressful years of my life, and I just wish that my family could understand that and just be a tad bit more empathetic.
The father and I just had an awful fight with lots of yelling and angry words. It was all over the place. So much was said. Tears were shed.
However, I feel like some good resolutions came from the fight and my father never seizes to amaze me. I felt like he had much more insight into my world and my life than I had previously believed.
No matter how much we don’t see eye to eye, I love that man.
My stepmother and I don’t have the greatest of relationships and she just came over to my room to tell me something really really nice. And I’m just feeling all warm and bubbly inside now. <3
While driving on the freeway with my little sister:
Little Sister:Have I ever told you 'thank you' for being a good role model.
Me:No, but you're very welcome. *as my heart melts dramatically*
Conversations with Papa
Dad:So who'd you go to the amusement park with today?
Me:A friend [since this conversation was in Spanish I actually said "amigo" which implies male friend.]
Dad:Friend????? Which Friend?
Dad:Oh that guy...so is he a friend or a friiiiiiiiiiendddddddd?
Me:Friend. For now.
Me:Dad, isn't it your bedtime?
I’m in project mode. My dad is visiting our family in Argentina. He leaves Sunday and I’m preparing little gifts and letters for everyone: cousins, uncles, grandparents, cousins.
Despite my chipmunk cheeks, I put on a cute summer dress and made my way to the baby shower of a family friend we hadn’t seen in years. Actually a full decade to be exact.
These are people that my family used to be very close to a long time ago but everyone just lost contact. Then through the miracles of Facebook we found each other and reconnected for this baby shower.
It was so strange seeing everyone after such a long time. But I am beyond happy that I went.