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I mean, really, it's a Thursday and Friday at the end of the year. What could they possibly need me to be here for?
Office coverage. Somebody has to be there.
It's a great time to get caught up (almost as good as the day after Thanksgiving). Or goof off if you're already caught up.
Parents always want you to stay longer. At least mine does.
What could they possibly need me to be here for?
They don't. But they want you there. They're your parents. They will always want as much time as possible with you. And that's great that they love you like that. It really really is.
on edit: I think I read that wrong. Do you mean, what could work need you there for or what do your parents need you there for?
But you wanting time for yourself and/or your friends doesn't make you suck. It makes you normal. As adults, we have to balance our wants/needs with our family's wants/needs and our job's wants/needs and our SO's wants/needs, etc, etc, etc.
ack! I have to go to school. Like 10 minutes ago.
Blech.
Do you mean, what could work need you there for or what do your parents need you there for?
Work. Obviously, my parents want me to stay with them FOREVER.
Sorry you're ailing, Hecubot. Erin, send me the school's addy again, as I got the box back. My attendant hates my hair, but she does not get a vote as she could not get through H:LOTS season one, and that is now a prereq for running my life. Good night and good luck.
But how do I tell her that I don't want to spend five extra days with them? I want time for me. I suck.
I'd just say I don't want to take extra time, this early on in the new job.
Am home. Have cleaned up dog barf and have taken some pain meds. Am feeling loopy, but can't sleep.
I don't think I need to sleep under a rock, I think someone needs to hit me in the head with one so I can sleep.
My nose feels funny. Kinda like when I'm drunk.
But how do I tell her that I don't want to spend five extra days with them? I want time for me.
I have told my mother that I "didn't have enough vacation," was "meeting a big deadline" or "had a project that had to be finished before the end of the year" in late December for roughly 25 years. After about four days at home, the twitching sets in.
{{{Suzi}}} and ~ma to your mom and Cody.
I learned today that I have very special calves that don't like knee-high boots. It was very sad until I found these: [link] They're all stretchy goodness! And now my Halloween costume is complete.