Except is it not my teenager rolling her eyes it is ME! Yes. It is me. The English assignment that I am working on is on teens and healthy eating. I am supposed to write on the importance of making healthy choices and trying to encourage them to eat food from local farmers. Remember I am doing English 12 and normally it would be teens actually doing this. However, I am not a teen. I know better. No matter what you tell them to do they will likely do the opposite. Or not listen in the first place. It wasn’t that long ago that I was a teenager and I know for a fact that learning this will never be actually used in my adult life. (Remember saying that when we were in school?)
Fact – This woman who is long past graduation knows that a teenager will never come to her to ask her for advice or sit at her knee while she passes on her wisdom. (Not that I actually have any.)
So I am rolling my eyes because this whole entire topic is completely redundant. I wonder what my instructor would think if I told her all of this? Could I just sent this post?
Here is the latest from my chronicles of home support. Today I had a lady kick me out of her house because I was going to wash my hands. No. I am not fucking kidding. She told me I should come with clean hands. (I had just finished changing my shoes so my hands were not clean. I told her that I had brought my own soap and paper towel and she freaked out. (Sometimes people get weird about you using their soap and paper towel.) Here is the thing. Washing our hands is mandatory. Anyway, she told me if I didn’t like it I could leave. So I did. I called my nurse leader who laughed and said something along the lines of her “having issues”. Apparently she does this all the time. Usually I give the people I care for a wide berth because many of them are in various stages of dementia. Not her. She is just a mean old lady.
I have come to the conclusion that three week of holidays each year from work is just not enough. When I was young three weeks seemed like so much time. Now it just seems like a weekend. My last holidays were in October for two weeks. I will have a week in May then won’t have time off until October again. Really, I am just too old for this. It is exhausting. It doesn’t help my anxiety either.
Tonight I am extra tired and I am too tired to proofread this post. I know it is all over the place. Hoping it makes some sort of sense.