What is there to say?

You see, I really do wish that I had something dramatic, tragic, extremely entertaining, or even real to write about. I would love to be able to tell you of a horrific near death experience with the neighbors dog, Moose. Or possibly open my heart and soul and tell you of the many emotional and spiritual battles I've gone through after losing a loved one. Unfortunately neither of these has happened, or even anything remotely close. So instead I'll tell you of the actual events of my life, and hope that they are interesting enough to keep you reading after the first sentence.

I think that I must start my admitting something that, admittingly, is hard for me to admit. This past week my mom has been at girls camp, and I have been home with my dad. Now I'll be honest, I really didn't want to go to girls camp for two reasons. One being that I got a job a short while ago, and they're letting people go who take too much time off. The other being that I wanted a week at home with no mom. Now wait, dont judge too quickly. I love my mom, I just wanted a break from the school, and the nagging.

So the week started, and things were going smoothly. I remembered my concerta, which happens to be a great accomplishment, practiced my piano, and even cleaned my room, which, to say the least, desperately needed it. Things were going well, life was running smoothly, and eventually Thursday rolled along, and not only was the house still standing, it was suprisingly clean. I found myself with a mindset of 'everything is going great'. I am sad to say, however, that this was soon to come crashing down.

Not long after I woke up, my dad called me from work, asking me to get the mail. He pointed out that neither of us had picked it up all week, and that the stack must be at a surprising height. Well, he was right. Around half an hour later, when I finished sorting through it, I noticed that the new messages light was flashing on our phone. I am sad to say that the two or three new messages I was expecting was multiplied almost by ten. I never realized how many important things people say in messages! Quite frankly I think its just stupidity for someone to call, leave a message, and just assume that everything will work out.

So after about an hour of returning peoples call and apologizing profusley for not getting back to them sooner, I realized that I hadn't had breakfast, and decided to get something to eat. Well there was another important lesson to be learned. As classic as this may sound, I truly realized that grocery shopping doesn't happen itself. I searched through the fridge and cupboards for what seemed like hours, but my searching was vain. No matter how many times I opened the fridge no new food appeared, and I was having no brilliant brain flashes as how to use stale Nilla Wafers, freezer burned vanilla ice cream, or moldy cheese to create something eatable. I think that the most depressing part of my quest for food was that every time I opened the freezer my eyes would dart to the frozen pizza, and for a split second I would wonder how I had missed it the previous times I'd looked. Then I would remember that I had noticed it, but that oven doesn't work, because neither my dad nor I remembered to call the man to hook it up.

Needless to say, I quickly learned that life at home without mother wasn't as easy as I thought. I'm not sure why it came to me so clearly now, seeing as my mom has gone out of town many times before, but this time it has truly made me realize how much I depend on her to keep my life in order, and I must admit that I'm kind of looking forward to having her back and making sure everything gets done.