I do it every time...

Planoamy
Made it home from Bowling Green this afternoon with more than my usual amount of angst. Insert traditional rant against outdated small town thinking and regressive social mentality here.

I don't see how I have changed, but it is obvious that I have, from my extreme aggravation this week. I love my parents. I love my brothers and their significant others, and especially my little nephew who is too cute to really be related but I'll let that slide. No, he has this little jump-up thing that he loves, but I never saw it. Anyhow, I volunteered to watch him for about a half hour while the kiddo's parents went to look at a house for sale. We got along famously. I tried to teach him to sing and he loved that. (The kid has taste!) Then I thought that was getting old so I took him out on the back patio to see the birds. He was more interested in the recycling bin so I showed him all the different sounds you get from banging on plastic bottles of various sizes. This was also successful. Then it was a bit hot for the old Aunt-ster so I took the kiddo back inside to his little pallet in the living room floor. I've only seen him a handful of times so I didn't know the kid could dance! I mean, he can't really sit up on his own, but he's got moves, let me tell you! I had him under his little arms and was going to lay him down, and as soon as his feet hit the floor he started bouncing and wiggling his little butt--so of course I sang songs for him to dance to. I was the only one in the house, and I don't know songs from Wiggles or Teletubbies or whatever. I sang Born To Be Wild. He busted his little moves out for me and I almost dropped him I was laughing so hard. Probably why they don't let me babysit.

But anyway, back to the aggravation. I can no longer tolerate indecisiveness! Of any kind. Especially the "whole family picking a restaurant and time to eat" indecisiveness. Or the "approach a green light slowing down because it will be turning by the time I get there going 25" attitude. Or going to Lowes and Target and (ARGH) WalMart multiple times on the same day. Or saying you will be somewhere at 8 AM and getting there at quarter to 9 because "I'm getting old." Another ARGH!

Sigh. But now I am back in my little nest and I have laundry and dishes to clean up since Sweetie managed to get out of going with me and stayed here and messed up everything. lol Not too bad, though.