blog 12

I still hate it at home.  One of the worst parts of being here, other than my brother always eating my favorite cheetos, is that I have completely screwed up my sleep schedule.  I have found myself in desperate need of getting away from my family because I can only handle being around them so much. At first, I’d just take my dog for a walk, but it turns out that my mom had the same idea, except we wouldn’t tell each other if we had walked little Rally yet or how many times we had.  My dog weighs 14 pounds and he is very lazy. He’s not fat, but he also has very little muscle and stamina. He is usually psyched to go for a walk, so I was shocked the other day when he didn’t get excited when I grabbed the leash, and I was even more flabbergasted when he sat down at the end of the driveway and refused to go any further.  After that incident, I realized that my mom had all but monopolized walking him, so I had to find something else to get away.

As much as laying in bed all day watching Netflix alone was appealing, I knew that it would drive me insane if I did it all the time.  For a while I started going for drives to get out of the house. Even though this was very fun, my dad was on my case about it very fast.  He was not thrilled about me taking out the car frequently because he thinks I’m a delinquent and that I would go see my friends. I tried to assure him that was not the case because I understand the importance of social distancing (and my friends parents were just as strict about seeing people).  My dad then brought up the issue of gas. I still do love going for drives when I get bored, but my father encouraged me to do something else.  

Since I do have the chance to work shifts at the barn, I do have a chance to get on my feet and out of the house, so naturally I moved more towards couch potato mode when I was at home.  Like I said, I can’t spend forever in my room, so I have moved camp down to the living room. The only issue is, our living room is very central to our house, so I can’t watch movies without hearing someone else's conversation loud and clear.  To avoid this horrible issue, I tend to spend time downstairs very late at night, after everyone else has gone to bed. This is very fun, but I tend to lose track of time. The latest I’ve stayed down is until 8 AM, which is when my dad wakes up.  I don’t mind running on little sleep when I have a reason to get up, but my biggest problem with staying up until the wee hours during quarantine is that I can’t convince myself to get out of bed before 1 PM unless I’m working at the barn. This has proved somewhat problematic with my classes, but things have mostly been smooth sailing with that since everything is being recorded.  I know I really need to get my shit together. Whoops. Signing off at 3:04 AM, Kat.