Ten

Back from the “resort”. It turned out better than I thought. Spartacus turned out to be not so bad. He, for the most part, just kept dad busy and out of my hair. Can’t complain. Edith and I slept the whole car ride home. When we finally got home, it was dark out. And surprisingly cold. 43 degrees in May. Crazy. Dad left the car silently and left me to wake Edith and get her upstairs. God what time is it? It feels really late. I do not remember the trip there being that long…whatever.

            I just gotta get to bed. Once I'm there though, I can't seem to fall asleep. Tried counting sheep. Got boring. Why can't I sleep? I feel so tired physically, just not mentally. Usually it's cause I'm anxious or stressed, but I can't put my finger on what. Maybe it's just the school year ending or me worried about this summer or something. I have no direction, no clue what to do, and I feel like I need to figure it out soon. But maybe not. I still have time. Right? 

I get out of bed and head to our small kitchen. I'm not hungry. Just distracted. And bored? Either way I want some food. Wait...is this emotional eating? Should I not be doing this? Maybe but nah...there's chocolate ice cream in the freezer. I scoop some into a mug when I hear dad. He's just grumbling in his sleep. I wonder if mom is home or if she's working the night shift tonight. I guess I'll find out in the morning. For now I'll go back to bed and try to get some shut eye.