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Nov. 9th, 2002 10:48 pmWell nothing much to say.
Today my aunt hosted the birthday party of her two daughters (8 and 25).
Six children (four eight-year-olds, a five-year-old boy and a two-year old girl).
*Thanks God that they stayed in Betty’s room most of the time.*
It wasn’t much of a party for the older ones. My aunt was pretty stressed, always running around and trying to fix the food. And while doing that she tried to silence and lecture the children as well. Chaos pure.
Sometimes I just sat there with my grandma and asked myself what exactly I was doing there. I could have thought of better ways what to do with my time. There were moments when my grandparents, mum and me were the only ones sitting in the living room. The other five adults were out in the kitchen smoking and chatting while the kids did things they weren’t allowed to. At least until someone of the responsible adults came out and lectured them again.
This way it went on and on. Sometimes they even got lectured for nothing.
Nice host my aunt.
I do understand my mum now. She didn’t want to go, said she has no nerves to deal with some members of our family. And most of them were eight but couldn’t sit at the table and eat like human beings.
I was really grateful that Betty had her three friends there and didn’t asked me to entertain her. She can be pretty insistent.
Leon (my little five-year-old cousin) and Katharina ( two) were pretty quite and nice.
So I just got home from this family meeting and I am still wondering what kind of family we actually are. I mean we have no big quarrels or loud attacks at each other or something. But we aren’t really caring about the others either. At least where my aunt is connected.
All in all we can be happy that we don’t see each other that often. More than four of five times a year weren’t bearable. And I doubt that we would survive it.
I do like my family. When they aren’t around me.
My aunt is a strange woman. She can be pretty rude and mean. Most of the times the first thing she says when something is new “that doesn’t look good” or “No, you can’t do it that way…”. It’s always something negative.
Always.
She just isn’t able to say something nice. Okay she is but the chance that it happens tends towards zero.
So it’s always nice to visit her and to know that she again will have something she can complain about (like my hair colour, my clothes, my weight or something else equally unimportant)… Urgh!
The nice part of the day was that I could drive my grandparents around. It was fun and I wasn’t nervous at all.
Oh and I bought two shirts which I hadn’t planned to do. I actually wanted to search for a book and I wanted to get some change money which I could give my grandma later. So I went shopping this morning. Didn’t find the book I wanted and ended up at H&M.
Well, need something to wear at the party anyway. :D
Right now I am trying to write and to listen to a new CD Mum bought yesterday.
I need lyrics.
Mmmm… Pringles with Texas Barbecue Sauce….
Today my aunt hosted the birthday party of her two daughters (8 and 25).
Six children (four eight-year-olds, a five-year-old boy and a two-year old girl).
*Thanks God that they stayed in Betty’s room most of the time.*
It wasn’t much of a party for the older ones. My aunt was pretty stressed, always running around and trying to fix the food. And while doing that she tried to silence and lecture the children as well. Chaos pure.
Sometimes I just sat there with my grandma and asked myself what exactly I was doing there. I could have thought of better ways what to do with my time. There were moments when my grandparents, mum and me were the only ones sitting in the living room. The other five adults were out in the kitchen smoking and chatting while the kids did things they weren’t allowed to. At least until someone of the responsible adults came out and lectured them again.
This way it went on and on. Sometimes they even got lectured for nothing.
Nice host my aunt.
I do understand my mum now. She didn’t want to go, said she has no nerves to deal with some members of our family. And most of them were eight but couldn’t sit at the table and eat like human beings.
I was really grateful that Betty had her three friends there and didn’t asked me to entertain her. She can be pretty insistent.
Leon (my little five-year-old cousin) and Katharina ( two) were pretty quite and nice.
So I just got home from this family meeting and I am still wondering what kind of family we actually are. I mean we have no big quarrels or loud attacks at each other or something. But we aren’t really caring about the others either. At least where my aunt is connected.
All in all we can be happy that we don’t see each other that often. More than four of five times a year weren’t bearable. And I doubt that we would survive it.
I do like my family. When they aren’t around me.
My aunt is a strange woman. She can be pretty rude and mean. Most of the times the first thing she says when something is new “that doesn’t look good” or “No, you can’t do it that way…”. It’s always something negative.
Always.
She just isn’t able to say something nice. Okay she is but the chance that it happens tends towards zero.
So it’s always nice to visit her and to know that she again will have something she can complain about (like my hair colour, my clothes, my weight or something else equally unimportant)… Urgh!
The nice part of the day was that I could drive my grandparents around. It was fun and I wasn’t nervous at all.
Oh and I bought two shirts which I hadn’t planned to do. I actually wanted to search for a book and I wanted to get some change money which I could give my grandma later. So I went shopping this morning. Didn’t find the book I wanted and ended up at H&M.
Well, need something to wear at the party anyway. :D
Right now I am trying to write and to listen to a new CD Mum bought yesterday.
I need lyrics.
Mmmm… Pringles with Texas Barbecue Sauce….
