Oops, I forgot yesterday. Mostly I was the insane one yesterday. The morning started off with Grandpa asking about my boyfriend and asking if he was going to come to visit. Usually I say, "I don't think he has enough money to," and he says "well send him money to come down," but, I made the mistake of saying, "Yes I think he might come this month if we can find a plane ticket cheap enough!" "Well, we don't have a lot of space around here since you moved in." "Well... you've had more than one person stay here before." "You know we have been living here for about 15 years." "I'm not sure that has anything to do with what we are talking about." "Yes, it does" [silence]. Carol walks into the room and Grandpa says, "Did you know Punky's boyfriend is coming down? How do you feel about that?" "Oh, wonderful," she says. Then I have to remind them that nothing is definite yet... and my name isn't "Punky." It was clear afterwards that he didn't realize the part where he was INSISTING I accommodate Logan to come down and instead just remembered that conversation which made it seem like I hadn't even asked. Understanding didn't make me feel any better about it.
The whole Punky thing is really getting to me because he keeps asking me who sent me. When I tell him I had asked to stay with him when I accepted a job down here, he looks a little confused. Sometimes I think he forgets I'm is granddaughter and just thinks I'm another Cynthia.
I did my laundry and didn't get to put it in the dryer in time, so Carol did. This was fine and I thanked her, but when I went to get my clothes out, a specific part of my laundry was gone. I asked Carol where it was and was directed to the porch where all my underwear was hanging for Grandpa, lawn guys and anyone who just stops by to see. I tried to explain to her that I feel really uncomfortable when even my own mother folds my laundry with underwear in it, much less this. By the end of the conversation I get the feeling that I need to be on medicine.
To sum up--
Daily sanity level of house: 8 (out of 10)
Erika's daily activity away from house: Help kittens and puppies get adopted at Petco
Daily lesson: Tread lightly on subjects that may look like I'm an overbearing intruder
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