And what am I doing? I'm sitting in my parents living room on their floor, comfy in front of the air conditioner. My dad is asleep on the chair, yes, it is only 8 pm, and my mom is watching her TV shows.
My best friend is pissed at me because I told her I wasn't up to going to New York City this weekend with her. Sara called and spoke to me for an hour about why we weren't going to DC. Sooooo-I'm here, bored as fuck.
BUT I had a good few days with my nephew. I have taught him a few really awesome new words.
Three days ago, he learnt the word brat. And what a brat he is. He is so spoiled. He hits and bites and cries and just makes a big scene whenever he wants something. Good grief! But when he's being good, he is oh so good. Check my video out on facebook....the kid is freaking adorable!
I figure since I have such a limited time with him, I need to make my impression.
Two days ago, we were at a restaurant and eating, my mom, sister, and I were casually talking and Carter was playing away with his food. Chat, chat, chat, we were not really paying much attention. FUCK. We stopped talking, looked at one another and then all looked at Carter. I bust out laughing and said, did he just say fuck?? My sister, looking pissed, said, yes he did. She was less than thrilled.
I'd like to point out that my sister used to swear like a sailor. And those many many many years that I didn't swear (since I just started two years ago) she was so much worse than me. She was not happy that he had said fuck.
Needless to say, this got him giggling because I was laughing so hard. (On top of our food fight, my mom and sister were even less thrilled with me.)
The next day, my mom and I took him out and I took the liberty of expanding his vocabulary one more time with the word bitch. H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S. He is so intelligent.
Today as I spent the day with Carter, Lori and RJ, he brought up the word Brat again. Oh he can giggle. Ba-Ba-Brat. He sang. And giggled.
As my siblings were growing up, I took the liberty of being the person my siblings could come to when they wanted to do something bad. What I figured was if I did it with them, I could keep them safe. My mother is so controlling and strict, that it made life a bit difficult. So if you went to her with something you were in trouble with, she couldn't hold herself together enough to make it okay for a moment. She was quick to anger and even quicker to punish. By helping my brother and sister do their bad deeds, I was able to help see that they were safe and at the same time, cover for them so they could have a good time. I will continue to be my nephews and future nieces safe harbour.
I let my sister drive on the road at 15, bought my brothers first porn, let my sister sneak out of the house and cover for her to go to parties, let my brother drink beer at my house....the broken rules go on and on.
I'm an awesome aunt! Hopefully, someday, I can be that awesome and objective if I ever have kids.
Now, in the meantime, I need to figure out what I'm going to do the rest of this night!
xoxoxo
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