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Friday, May 24, 2002 -
My family is hosting a small sleepover for the kids at my table for the senior Prom (this Saturday, May 25). She's using a computer to very nicely type up all the rules like "No Sex. No Drugs. No Alcohol." She's also typed a little message: "Please put kleenex and 'personal' items in the trash can under the kitchen sink so that the dog does not get ahold of them. Thank You!" She proudly showed me her work and asked, completely honestly...
"Do you think they'll get it? You know, know what I mean?" It's so hard to be snippy to my mother when she puts in so much time and effort to help me. I came home from the game yesterday dead tired (I fell asleep on the train, even) and all I wanted to do was to go to sleep. But she had spent the evening on the phone to people's parents, making them feel at ease about this prom thing, so she wanted to tell me all about it and the successes she had and how this kid's dad was wonderful and this girl's mom was hyper-protective). I really do appreciate it. She's spend countless hours doing my dirty work, making my phone calls, booking my plane tickets (for a wonderful, expensive summer trip that I'm soo ready for right now... Chicago --> Ireland --> Berlin --> Cape Cod ). What she's been doing is not easy. But I was tired, and just wanted to leave, so I told her so and almost walked away a few times and really made her feel pretty bad. As the years go by, I spend less and less time in the house. It's not because I'm trying to get away from my family, like it is with some people I know... It's just that there's a lot outside that I want to do. I wish my mom would stop taking it personally. Anyway, this is a pointless rant, because it neglects how incredibly lucky I am to have a problem of parents loving too much. I try to understand how wonderful they are, and how lucky I am, but I'm not sure if I'll ever really get it. Even if what I say does come out bitchy here, I do love and appreciate them, and I will miss them more than almost anything else when I go off to school.
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