Writing with a Purpose: Summer Edition

4. 5/26/15 - CONT.

I woke up around 10:30 this morning, once again to my father waking me up to babysit. It was a rough start, I woke up grouchy on today of all days. I lazily made my way out of bed after lying there upset for 15 minutes. I then proceeded to getting myself, along with my brother and sister, some cereal. Fruity Pebbles are the shit, I don't care if you disagree. I begged my siblings for complete silence as we ate. They were extremely too energetic and it was barely even 11 o'clock.

After eating, I spent most of my morning watching "Cupcake Wars." If you haven't seen that show, I strongly recommend it if you're into shows revolving solely on food. I'm looking for a new show to get hooked onto on Netflix, any suggestions?

Continuing on with my day, I cooked lunch for my siblings and attempted to plan out a date today with my boyfriend only to later find out I couldn't go. My mom's reason for not letting me go was "I didn't want to miss Zumba"

Wow, thanks mom.

I didn't argue though. My relationship with my parents has gotten better in alot of areas. Simply because now I'm helping around the house, I'm honest with them whenever they ask me something, I've done well in school, and I've gotten better at not catching an attitude. I know I'll get to see him later this week anyway, so what's the point? I would have liked to spend a couple hours with him today though. I'll just have to wait.

As my day progressed, I had Me Time. I hopped into the shower, shaved my legs, and painted my toes. One of the best feelings is when you're body feels silky after a smooth, clean shave! Then it was back to the kitchen. I plugged in my phone, blasted music, and got started on dinner.

After dinner, the kids left to play and I was back to Netflix. Typical summer day for me. I started watching a movie about a baby who was kidnapped from her family and raised by her kidnapper. Her birth family tried so hard to find her and didn't reunite with their daughter until she was twenty-three years old when she began investigating after her "mother" told her that her real mother left her at her doorstep. TWENTY-THREE! Towards the end, her birth mother wanted her to automatically join them again but she was having a hard time since she still loved the family that raised her, even though they weren't her REAL family. That must be such emotional turmoil. The mom even went to the jail to meet the kidnapper and talk to her. I don't think I'd be able to do that without jumping over the table and choking that bitch to death. I couldn't handle that...

Now that it's almost 11 PM, I think I'm done for tonight being that nothing too excited happened today. So 'til tomorrow!