If you are going to be rude to me, then I am not going to help you. At all.
It’s funny when someone asks for – or says they need – help, and then they treat whomever offered to help them down. Isn’t that like they’re saying (or acting) as if you’re not adequate help for them? Or maybe I made them mad earlier because I wouldn’t let them do something, and now that I have been turned down for help, I am needed once again. Why? Because I am the best candidate for the position: Math Homework.
I went walking with Pat and Carrie earlier today. It was really nice. I enjoyed it until Pat suddenly grew angry with me because I wouldn’t call our mom and ask her if he could go to Mimi’s. What is the point in wasting my minutes/energy/time to do something when I already know what the answer is going to be? He walked behind me after that. He is quite stubborn. More stubborn than anyone else I know. And I’m stubborn, too. That’s saying a lot.
I’m exhausted, though. My allergies are so killer right now. I think I am going to go to bed early tonight. Last night from 6 to 11:51 I was helping Isaac with his homework. Did you notice my previous update’s shortness? That was a draft I had written a while back. Perhaps even a month ago. I just couldn’t let myself fail this BEDS meme so quickly – especially since I was so excited about starting it. I already sort of feel as though my life’s failure. If I fail this meme, how am I going to be able to do anything else long term?
I have decided to try monthly goals again. #babysteps, though – I first need to finish this.