I'm just going to start this off by apologizing to Becky, I am running on 3 hours of sleep and am extremely tires, and yet I am in an amazingly good mood. I cant keep my mind on one topic though, so I thought I would take this morning to write about everything in general, and do my assigned blog later tonight or tomorrow.
Last night I hung out with some of my best friends, we went bowling, to a movie and then hung out at my house for a while. It was quite an eventful night. I guess you could call it a double date, well triple date. After everyone left at about ten, my brother calls me and asks if I could babysit my almost two year old niece. Oh man, I love her to death, but she isn't the best sleeper, she is fortunate to have all day to sleep and do nothing but eat, while I only have a few short hours at night to do so, she chose to spend these hours wide awake. So, I didn't want to fall asleep while she was awake, so I stayed up and kind of hung out with her. I love babies, but its not such a joy to have them keep you up at night when you have school the next day. she is going to be at my house today when I get home too, my mom is watching her during the day today. I don't know how people do it. Having a baby would be extremely hard, I give mad props to all of the mothers out there, especially the single mothers. Having to work to maintain a home, having to stay up and take care of the baby, cooking, cleaning, all of it. Teen mothers too, oh man, that would be such a job, your life would become completely dedicated to this small child. Also to the fathers, my brother is a single father, he works so hard and he is a great dad. But I do love my niece, she is so adorable.
Today is a half day of school, I am so excited to go home and just sleep. Well, and make up some school work, I have missed a lot of school lately, I ave been super sick. It feels like I've been sick for almost a month now. It's getting pretty ridiculous, missing school, not being able to do things with friends, getting behind in school, making up school work. It's just crazy. Missing just one day o school throws everything off, it seems like it gets me behind in everything.
School has been going a lot better lately, I haven't been having problems with many people anymore, drama has calmed down. I have stopped worrying about other people, and started concentrating on school a lot more then I have in the past, and I think its working out well of me. I'm pretty sure I have my grades up, but my attendance isn't doing so well, I will have to make some days up.
Recently I have been hanging out with a new group of friends, which I think is good, they dont go to school with me, well except for one, so that causes for absolutely no drama here, none to interfere with my school work at least. If feels like a new start. The only thing is that everyone that I have started being super close friends with, their families have quite a bit more money then mine does. That doesnt really bother me I guess, well to an extent it does. They all live out in the suburbs, well shoreview and rosevile, one has a lake house, they all have huge houses on huge properties with pools, saunas, amazing views, etc. while I live in an apartment building, a small two bedroom apartment that's about the size of their bedroom or bathroom. It's nice to be able to go over to both their houses and mine when we hang out, and have them not judge me because of where I live or because of how much money my family makes.
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That's a lot of reflection. Having a baby is a full-time gig and those individuals (Moms or Dads, young or old) should be credited for parenting well. Maybe we should suggest a tax credit for good parenting:) I'm glad to hear that drama has died down. I'm sad to hear that your weary body is sick again, though I imagine not sleeping contributes to that. Ah, but we all have responsibilities.... Feeling the economic variation to families is wierd. At the same time, if kids were raised well, they see their life as equal to any one elses:)
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