Came home from church and found the Chief waiting in the front yard. Happiness! Was expecting to keep going with another round of lunch-making and child-maneuvering to help the Chief rest, since he is tired, jet-lagged, and sick, but I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. Larger natives ended up going with grandparents to their church this morning, and are still there for lunch. Chief is now out picking up a sandwich for our lunch, and a mocha for me. (A small confession…my time on the island has caused me to, once again, become addicted to mochas. Have driven through to pick one up each day. When the natives ask what we are doing, I say “Mommy needs a special drink.” This will come up in their therapy later in life.)
Since I have stopped attending Tribal Council, I am uncertain of my status in the competition. However, since $1,000,000 has failed to show up on my doorstep, I assume that I did not win. I am expected to have many nice things to say about my time on the island, and how the experience was its own reward. I will not say these things. I was robbed of that prize. Show me a mom who did better, and I will show you a mom who put Valium in the water supply. Yes, the thought occurred to me, too, but I didn’t do it! (Couldn’t find any Valium on my island.)
I would like to take this opportunity, however, to thank all of you who have helped out in various ways. You sent warm wishes, offered to pick things up from the store, offered to come help out, brought your own natives over to distract mine, dropped off food or coffee, helped me wrestle carseats in the dark, and most importantly, listened to my rants. For those of you who helped, please don’t be insulted that you did not make the Survivor journal…it is only because your kindnesses are simply not as laughable as my struggles. Also thank you to those who have said they enjoyed reading my entries. I really do appreciate that, although I can take little of the credit. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
Sappiness done. And I’m afraid my island journal entries are done, too. As of yesterday, I found myself starting to call the natives by their island names. Pretty sure that will be detrimental over time.
My real reward is that the chief has returned…and I would take him over $1,000,000 any day.
Since I have stopped attending Tribal Council, I am uncertain of my status in the competition. However, since $1,000,000 has failed to show up on my doorstep, I assume that I did not win. I am expected to have many nice things to say about my time on the island, and how the experience was its own reward. I will not say these things. I was robbed of that prize. Show me a mom who did better, and I will show you a mom who put Valium in the water supply. Yes, the thought occurred to me, too, but I didn’t do it! (Couldn’t find any Valium on my island.)
I would like to take this opportunity, however, to thank all of you who have helped out in various ways. You sent warm wishes, offered to pick things up from the store, offered to come help out, brought your own natives over to distract mine, dropped off food or coffee, helped me wrestle carseats in the dark, and most importantly, listened to my rants. For those of you who helped, please don’t be insulted that you did not make the Survivor journal…it is only because your kindnesses are simply not as laughable as my struggles. Also thank you to those who have said they enjoyed reading my entries. I really do appreciate that, although I can take little of the credit. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
Sappiness done. And I’m afraid my island journal entries are done, too. As of yesterday, I found myself starting to call the natives by their island names. Pretty sure that will be detrimental over time.
My real reward is that the chief has returned…and I would take him over $1,000,000 any day.
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