The Fifth of July
I got some shopping done today. In fact it
feels like all I did all day was shop. I hate shopping. I was desperate, however.
Alesia’s birthday is July 9th,
but we are celebrating on Tuesday the 8th, since Michael leaves for
camp on the 9th.
Alesia informed me yesterday she wanted one of
those chairs in Target that sits on the floor and supports your back. She
usually sits on the floor and studies. She also wanted gel pens. So Michael and
I hit the Target at 10 a.m. and found what she wanted.
Alesia babysat all morning for the
neighbor’s 2 year old. She is very good with babies and toddlers, and has a lot
of patience. One day she might want to be a nanny.
After she got home, we went to DSW, hunting
shoes. I love my Crocs dearly, as everyone knows, but lately they have left a
heat rash on the tops of my feet. So I got two new pairs of shoes – Clark
sandals for work, and a pair of Teva sandals for home. I was aghast when the
bill came to more than $130. I so wish I had normal feet and could wear cheap
shoes. My fat little hobbit feet won’t allow it, though.
I also got Michael a cool wooden box for
this birthday, which is the 19th.
While the kids went to the pool, I worked on
a submission to an anthology. If the submission gets accepted I will say more,
but I don’t know yet if it will meet their standards. When they are at the
pool, that’s about the only sustained time I have to write. I am sitting here
yawning as I type.
We watched Talladega Nights tonight. It’s
one of my birthday presents. It’s such an idiotic, silly movie, but it works. I
love the redneck humor.
Alesia refused to let Michael hug her good
night. I don’t know why. She was hostile and rude to him, for no reason I could
figure. I don’t know what the problem
was and she refused to tell me. I kept my cool, but I was sorely tempted to
yell. I finally told her we would talk about it in therapy and she flung back “You
can’t MAKE me talk!”
“Oh yes, I can,” I said, hoping that was
true.
“Oh yeah? Will you get chains and beat me,
and bash my teeth out?” she snarled.
“No, Alesia, I have never hit you and I
never will. I am not like all those people in Russia who hit you. I hope
someday you’ll come to understand that,” I said quietly, and left the room.
Just when I think she is making real
progress, she pulls that sort of behavior.


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