Shit, tomorrow's Friday.
To everyone else in the world Fridays are a day of celebration.
They mean the end of the work week and the beginning of the weekend.
To me they mean that Mom will be at home.
And, not to be whiny, but when Mom's home life sucks.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Mom, it's just that hearing about how much I don't do around the house isn't my thought of a good day.
Now, I really do a lot around the house, it's the things I don't do that pisses mom off.
But naturally, it's because they're the things she has to do.
The only real reason she yells at me is because she's frustrated with the house, dad and her life in general.
I'm just there to yell at.
The only things I don't do are wash their dishes(I rarely eat at home and when I do it usually can be eaten on a paper towel), fix the dinner I don't eat(Well, I fix the dinners I do eat.), and wash their clothes(I wash mine).
Because loading clothes into a machine and then playing computer games is hard.
Now normally I have an excuse for not doing everything around the house, but until school starts I don't.
That makes me the bad guy apparently, god forbid it be dad who makes half the messes we clean up.
It also means I have to hear her yell at the dogs all day, for no reason.
And I can't talk to you all day long like normal.
I don't know what I'm gonna do, but I'll have to get out of the house to keep from going insane.
I'm considering taking Kacey's drunk holiday idea for tomorrow.
-J
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I understand the frustration and feel it, perhaps too much as it turned out. I have a new post that sort of touches on the matter :) It's what I got, those crazy words.
I know. *huggles*
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