Brendan's got a cold

Another Saturday that Gordon’s decided to spend in the classroom, going over a Powerpoint presentation he’s been throwing together. I don’t doubt he has a presentation; he wouldn’t even come to bed for the past few nights. Exams are around the corner, he said.

With that much hard work put in, it seems a little unnecessary to have to go in, as well. It must be nice to be so dedicated to something.

I just asked that he made sure he could pick up Sarah from her friend’s house. If he isn’t free, I certainly can’t drive her. It makes me wish he was at least being paid for his supposed overtime, since I’m not much good without a car. I would hate to have to call her friend’s mother, asking her to come drop my daughter off. It’s a bit humiliating, needing to depend on another adult to get your own child back home.

Although, I can just imagine how a car drive with Sarah would go. She’s in that phase, now, where she thinks that everything I say isn’t worth listening to, because as a worldly-wise thirteen year old, I can’t possibly know anything that she doesn’t.

It’s almost nice, not being able to drive. I have the responsibility of the entire house on my shoulders, and being expected to be a taxi service just seems all the more exhausting. Trying to learn now would just be a hassle for everyone, I’ve put it off for far too long.

Brendan’s home, today – he was going to go to hockey, but opted not to because of a cold. He must honestly be sick, if he’s avoiding something he enjoys doing, though if he were feeling that badly I don’t see why he would be spending the day hunched over his laptop in the dark. He should be resting.

I’ll probably bring him some soup, in a little while.