This week hubby has gotten to be a real “Disney dad” instead of the regular version. He has spent the last couple of days at Disney Florida together with D. So far, they have been absolutely miserable. I knew they would be. He hates the heat, and seriously… Florida in July? I told him it was a bad idea. The weather has been awful, hotel terrible (Btw, don’t stay at the Sheridan Safari outside the park. Trust me), and D has been a menace. Smart mouthed, whiny and major entitlement issues (and I wonder who’s fault that is…. *cough*disneydad*cough*…) And hubby has had to deal with it all on his own. Usually, it gets partially (ahem…) put onto me, being the mother-figure in this family.  Gleeful? Me? Nah……

Anyways, I have been on my own for a couple of days, which has been nice. I have two classes right now, and go in every day. American sign language is HARD. Ridiculously hard. But fun. Will I get an A? Probably not. But I am working my ass off. So far I have a 100, a 97 and a 70. Critical thinking is just plain fun. Yesterday however, we were given a task which left me cringing. We had to create a collage’ centered around a though, concept or feeling. I don’t do the cut, paste, glue thing. I just don’t. Now, had I gotten a week or two, it might have been decent. I got less than 24 hours. As I have described before in depth, I don’t willingly do creative. However, for some strange reason, I did a great job. It turned out pretty good. I am very proud. No grades yet.

I’ve made a friend. I usually get along much better with people who are older than me, I seem to have a lot more in common with them. This time is no different. This girl (woman/lady) has kids my age. Enough said. But she is really nice, and is in my ASL class. Actually, she lives right around the corner from our new place. She is also a SM. We’ve exchanged numbers, and are going to get together.

Anyways, hubby and D will be back tomorrow, and I’ll be picking them up from the airport. I am thinking hubby will be much less of a Disney-dad from now, and will help parent, and will actually believe me when I tell him that D’s being a brat (yes he used the word himself), pushing all the buttons she can find… (Nah, his daughter? Devious? Never… She’s a well behaved little angel!…)

We are moving in a week! I am thrilled! House it a complete mess of course. I’ve got to clean up the place before the two of them come home.