Grumpy, grumpy, grump, grump, grumpalot.
That's me today.
I'm grumpy at work because I know what needs to be done and can't get anybody to do it. I'm doing my best to let it go, but really, if I'm not accomplishing anything here, why don't I just go home. Except, I'm off tomorrow and leaving today would be bad form.
Sydney is having her last day of unsupervised summer vacation today. I'll be with her tomorrow and I'm trying to think up a fun event. Believe me, it will not include sewing. She's already stated on many occasions that she doesn't want me to stay home, because all I ever want to do is sew.
Well, all she wants to do is spend money. So there.
I want to go to the quilt shop. They have a big sale that starts tomorrow. But, I can wait until Saturday and give Rob some "alone" time with her...I'm sure that by the end of Friday, I will have had my fill of alone time with her.
She wants a library card. We'll do that.
We'll go out for lunch.
Maybe we'll do some clothes shopping.
Maybe we'll buy a new fish.
Maybe we'll buy a new car...no, not gonna do that. She'll have me in a zebra stripe, convertible, sports car, with a V8 engine that gets 6 miles per gallon and an angry looking front end and lots of speakers.
Not going to spend the day on facebook...her restriction is lifted tonight...her week in purgatory is over. Updating her status will have to wait until I've had my time with her.
What is fun for a teenage girl? Oh, I know. We'll do something we NEVER do. We'll go to the mall!
She'll hate that. The mall with Dad. What a great torture for the last day of summer.
Tonight, I'll ask what she'd like to do. She won't know. She'll say something like "sleep". She'll beg me to go to work and not ruin her last day. In short, she'll be a teenager about it. And, we'll find something that we can both enjoy. We won't be able to plan it. We have the most fun on the spur of the moment, after she wakes up without any prompting. Because I am an understanding dad, after all, and can remember what it was like to see the summer end. And, can understand that spending the day with dad won't sound like any fun at all, but will likely end up being a blast. So long as dad doesn't go into it with any expectations. Because if I expect to have fun, she will sense that like sharks sense blood in the water and make sure it does not happen.
She is a teenager.
And, maybe when we get back from whatever we do, we'll pin baste her quilt so I can get started on the quilting of it. Mwahaahaaaa. More torture.
Now, I've just got to get through today, without letting anybody see what a grumpy mood I'm in.
Grump, grump, grumpalot. Hey, I'm 50. I've only got so many years between now and being a grandparent to enjoy being grumpy. Because all grandparents are cheerful, right?