I am depressed. Doug is grumpy. My parents have a special talent for innocently making me feel like a complete failure. Today they dropped Sarah off and her hair was about 8 inches shorter than when I dropped he off at their house last night. My mother casually remarked that the hairdresser told her how very “dry and damaged” Sarah’s hair was and that I really should have been using conditioner. Then they informed me that they had next Sunday all planned. Early service, then egg hunt at their house followed by everyone going out to eat with my grandmother (who has Alzheimer’s). Yes, we have no lawn. Only a hill of weeds, ditches and overgrown brush. Thank you for reminding me that we live like trailer trash as often as possible mother. Thank you for scheduling my children’s Easter so that I feel like a visitor along for the ride. Thank you for telling me I can’t take care of child’s hair and for taking it upon yourself to give her a major style change.
Tomorrow is the zoo crew meeting that promises to be unpleasant and unproductive.