Week Six

So it is really hard to believe that I have lived at home for six weeks. It is even more impressive that all four of us (me, dad, Maverick, and Marsha) have lived together for six weeks and no one has been seriously hurt.

Week six wasn't actually that bad I think because I really wasn't home at all and when I was home Marsha was in their bedroom so the interaction between us was really limited. They had three house showings this week, so that meant I had to search for pretty much everything in my room and my bed was remade every day. She even added a new blanket and pillows, so I have to try and remember a new way of making it - I really just want my bed and stuff to be left alone and then we wouldn't have near as many issues but I am trying to just continually bite my tongue but I am afraid one day I am just going to snap. I just try to continually remind myself that my mother taught me that if I don't have something nice to say then I am not to say anything at all - I am trying to live by that rule, especially when it comes to Marsha.

I had a nice surprise this week - I got to go to dinner with just dad and hang out. We didn't go anywhere special but it was nice just to have dad time because I feel like since I have moved in - I don't get dad time as much anymore. Not sure why that is but I realized I really do miss it so I am going to try and make an effort to have more dad time like I did before I moved.

This week was one of the off weeks at boot camp, which meant no super early mornings for me - so sleeping in was really nice! I love boot camp but it is defiantly a love hate relationship. I love the work out and I love the feeling after it is over but I hate getting up at 5am and I hate the butt kicking while it is going on.

Week six wasn't really that exciting, except for the things I have already written about in the other post. No new leads on the living situation - hopefully something will come up soon.