catching flak

My dream community basically just consists of myself, my kids, my husband (so long as we’re getting along), and my dog when he isn’t excessively shedding, eating our felt geographical landmarks, or puking – on a large plot of acres, surrounded by no one.

It’s VASTLY different from the community that I actually live in which is full of so many people.

They’re mostly nice – they’re just always there and making noise and talking to me – I dunno. My husband eats it up because he’s a people person, but stepping out onto the back steps to drink my morning coffee only to have multiple people say hi to me before noon is literally my nightmare.

And tonight, while minding my own business – waiting at a lure module nearby, catching Pokémon like a nerdy little introvert ought – this neighbor girl approaches and asks me not to lean against a concrete wall along the side of her yard because it’s in bad shape and her parents would like to be able to repair it someday.

It’s like, excuse me, but my ass hasn’t once done irreparable damage to a solid concrete wall…and you owe me a Jolteon, you little punk, because you made me miss a wild Eevee.

GODDDDDD.

This would have never happened on 100 acres.

seven-year-old snippets

“Jobs I would never want to have: a police person because that would be terrifying, and a doctor because they just sit around all day waiting and stuff. Boring.”

“HOLLA! DARTH VADER!”

“Oh, for peak’s sake.”

“No one even cares if numbers are backwards, mom.” (On writing a backwards four.)

“I like a bunch of different answers for the questions I ask – then I put them into a pile in my brain and pick the best one.”

“UGH, I WISH POKEMON WAS REAL LIFE.”