It's just a little over two weeks into my summer vacation and I'm already wishing I was back to work. difficult children aren't helping matters. They are so boring and they want nothing to do with me. In past summers we used to go to the pool and literally spend a half a day there. They used to love to swim and we stayed at the pool for hours. Now they get bored after about fifteen minutes and want to go back in the house. Today I layed out at the pool for an hour and a half by myself because they wanted to go back home and go back on the computer and cell phones. They don't like the beach anymore either. They are too old for the park. They are all consumed with electronics. They want nothing to do with me except to ask me for money so they can walk to the liquor store and buy snacks. Other than that they simply want to be by themselves. I for one am bored to tears. I wake up and clean a little bit then I watch a little daytime TV which is boring in my opinion but I have nothing better to do. I check my Facebook but I get bored with that gets old too. I am currently trying to lose weight so I go for walks sometimes but that only takes up a half hour of my time. I don't know what else to do with myself. Tomorrow I start my first day of community service so at least that will be four hours of doing something. I was supposed to start last week but I was ten minutes late because I didn't know how long it was gonna take for me to get there. The lady in charge promptly sent me back home, telling me that lateness was not allowed. She then made up a time card for me and told me the next time I come I need to be on time and clock in. I asked her where the time clock was and she acts like I asked her the dumbest question on the planet. She was very rude and sarcastic. Rude people give me anxiety attacks. I am getting nervous about going back there tomorrow. Plus it's four hours of standing and I have a very bad back. I can't tolerate standing for more than an hour at a time without my back giving me major problems so I'm hoping I can make it through okay tomorrow. At least I will be doing something productive for a few hours tomorrow. Aside from my community service twice a week I have nothing else to do. I really miss the difficult children in their younger years. They were actually cool kids to hang around. Now they suck! September can't come soon enough for me.