Always be ashamed of throwing temper tantrums that are 100% entirely unnecessary. Always.
So the tantrum happened Saturday night, the first night of the vacation, and things went downhill pretty quick and in an entirely unpleasant yet spectacular way. I won’t go into details but suffice to say I am not proud of the way I behaved. In spite of things dragging on for FOUR INSANELY LONG AND PAINFUL DAYS, there were some fun times.
The ABBA Tribute show was awesome and the shopping was phenomenal. Mom got me a gorgeous purple lace shirt that I’m wearing today, something I would never have imagined I could or should wear.
Lancelot and I have since made up and I think Mom and I are back to being ok. Communication seems to be an issue for me right now which is weird given that I’m usually pretty good at it. But no one is perfect and all I can do is try harder.
Oh, also, we had the first meeting to discuss the India trip today. I am excited and terrified all at once. I’ll be on a plane for 14 hours all at once. I will likely have no choice but to pee. Heaven help me.