a few thoughts

It's crazy; everybody is getting married. Okay, just two people that I know of (that's two separate couples), but still. So young!

And yet, no one can say that they are too young. Weird.

Anyway, I continue to hate my job. But, last night was kind of fun. Jose's loaded snobby aunt came and took the family out to dinner, but had no interest in me. Which was a relief. The last thing I wanted was to have to go out with them at 9:00pm. So after they left Cinthia and I made a delicious little dinner for just the two of us. And then we prank called her boyfriend. It was utterly immature and utterly hystercal. I love Cinthia. I think she's going to be the only person I will miss from this whole bloody experience. Her, and maybe baby Miryam.

Today was tiring, as per usual. And this evening Jose came home early to take the boys to the Museo del Prado. He asked if I wanted to come along and, because of a previous conversation in Javea, I really had no choice but to say yes. But I like the museum and I got ice cream. So not all is lost.

Really, more than anything I am exhausted.

Oh, and my god these people are gross! When I confronted Jose about the children bathing (or lack thereof) he asked, "why didn't you give them a bath this morning?" I said that I thought it stupid to give them a bath in the morning when they were just going to get sweaty and gross again right away. To which he responded, "yes, but it's better than nothing." This I could not argue with, so I asked "so do you want me to give them a bath every morning? Because I really think it would be better in the evenings because..." but he cut me off to say: "no, of course not every morning, only when they need it." Like those children ever don't need a bath? Jesus, it's the motherfucking summer, for christ's sake! As far as these people are concerned, the children only need to bathe once a month, if that! In Javea they didn't bathe for a whole week! And that was after being in the ocean and playing in the sand on the dirty public beach everyday too!

Good Lord, I cannot wait until this gig is over. Today is officially six weeks until I get to get on a plane and fly far, far, far away from Pozuelo.

Good riddance.