am i part of your collection,

So, last night my dad and my stepmom came over and brought dinner from Albasha.
God I love Greek food.

My dad actually makes me really happy when he comes over.
He always looks like he's so proud of me, and he talks about it too.
For example:
Last night, Travis ate too much way too fast,
started jumping around and playing, etc.,
and ended up throwing up a little on the floor.
So what did I do?
I jumped up, walked him to the bathroom,
washed his hands and his face,
brushed his teeth,
and cleaned up the floor.
No big deal.

My father thought this was amazing.
He said, "My daughter has a son who just threw up, and she's just taking care of it like it's no big deal!"
He's such a dork.
But he always finds something like that, every time he comes over.
Something so small to me because it's part of everyday life,
and it's huge to him because it's his daughter who's the grown-up in this house.

Whereas my mother has never shown me more than an ounce of her pride in me
since the day Travis was born.


Anywho.
Time to finish getting dressed so I can go hang out with the Chuckifer!
I think I'll be stopping by Starbucks or Circle K for a coffee.
I'm exhausted and I've been dragging all day.
And now the stupid woman at Walgreens won't let me pick up my prescription until tomorrow after 1:00.
Soooo I'll be drinking coffee and Red Bull tonight!
Not together, of course.

Ew.