Common Sense

My new little sister has ended her visit with us and gone back home to Ballinger.

I have to say that I’m sad; I liked having her around. At the same time, now that she is gone, I get to have my sanity back. I’ve been subsisting on 5 hours of sleep at most a night because she has seen fit to wake me up at 9 or 10 in the morning to take her to go somewhere. Today, I drove her to Waco to go to Hobby Lobby to find some beads for a necklace she was making.

And she can’t go to one place and be happy. She has ADHD, which means she gets bored the minute we arrive and is ready to go somewhere else.

I, on the other hand, go someplace and want to do that thing where I don’t have to walk anymore and there’s no need to go anywhere else. I’m used to going to a store, buying what I need and leaving, or going to a cafe and sitting down and talking to an acquaintance. She wants me to walk around Dollar General with her and can’t stand to be in a cafe for more than five minutes before she’s bored again.

I’ll be happy to sleep through the day, too. No more hyperactive 12-year-olds smacking me in the face with a pillow at sunrise. God I just want to go to sleep… for days on end. Last night, one of the strippers at Two Minnies even remarked on how tired I looked.

Speaking of, I am now in a quasi-relationship with one of the dancers there. We agreed to make a pro and con list of why we should date. Since I like girls that are into making lists (I have OCD after all), I consider this a good sign. I learned a lot about her and what potential dating might mean, and I have to say that is a very good sign. I’ve never had a girlfriend tell me that 3sums are going to be mandatory and that they get off on watching their boyfriend have sex with their friends. I’m putting all of that in the pro column.

The biggest con is that I’m in the running for a part-time blogging position at the Texas Observer. That paycheck, plus possible Social Security Disability benefits, I could finally afford to move to Austin. And part of moving there is the idea that would finally get to live on my own. A girlfriend with two daughters aren’t exactly in that plan. I’m not the kind of person who would move in with somebody after just a few months of dating, either.

So, quite a conundrum.

You can email the editors at the Observer to tell them to hire me, by the way. We might come up some solution, because I really like this girl and I really want this job and I really, really want to move to Austin (my adopted home city).