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basilmemories) wrote2006-02-02 06:32 pm
basilmemories) wrote2006-02-02 06:32 pm
Dealing with family equals Not!yay.
Mom’s being… well herself again. This week I’ve been working more shifts then I’m normally scheduled for, and the one day I am supposed to have off, mom’s home sick on. Okay, I can understand that it’s not mom’s fault that the brats smeared germs on her, but then she gets upset that I’m a little testy about getting no time to myself this entire week? Yeah I recall her snarling at me for the same damn thing last week; and guess what, who had to bite their tongue to keep from starting an argument?
Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.
So now she’s upset that I won’t go out and get us dinner and drinks. First of all, though I’m able to buy alcohol, and I really don’t have a problem with mom drinking unless she gets hammered to the point where she gets annoying; it’s a pain in the ass for me to go get it though; they give me shit about my military ID every time. Secondly, I hate those lines. The local Safeway has after-work lines that rival the DMV on a slow day. Thirdly, I just got fucking home myself.
And now she’s saying that she’s going to have a ‘talk’ with me when she gets home, and that she’s not happy. No shit Sherlock.
But I really should have expected this; the day started out with mom accusing me of leaving the hairbrush in my room without any proof, and then got defensive when I said that perhaps it was in her room, as that is one of the two places I leave it. In the end she wouldn’t use the other brush we had (on the grounds that it took the curl out of her hair) and used the little one in her backpack. Okay, what the hell, if you have one in your backpack, don’t start on how I lost something and make me do a full-on search to get it, just use the fucking one in your backpack and move on. Plus she didn’t leave that little brush for me to use, citing that if I was ‘lazy’ enough not to find the first brush supposedly in my room, I could deal with the crappy one that can’t get tangles out of my thick hair.
And there you have it, one-half of the reasons I’m abnormally petty and a raging bitch.
Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.
So now she’s upset that I won’t go out and get us dinner and drinks. First of all, though I’m able to buy alcohol, and I really don’t have a problem with mom drinking unless she gets hammered to the point where she gets annoying; it’s a pain in the ass for me to go get it though; they give me shit about my military ID every time. Secondly, I hate those lines. The local Safeway has after-work lines that rival the DMV on a slow day. Thirdly, I just got fucking home myself.
And now she’s saying that she’s going to have a ‘talk’ with me when she gets home, and that she’s not happy. No shit Sherlock.
But I really should have expected this; the day started out with mom accusing me of leaving the hairbrush in my room without any proof, and then got defensive when I said that perhaps it was in her room, as that is one of the two places I leave it. In the end she wouldn’t use the other brush we had (on the grounds that it took the curl out of her hair) and used the little one in her backpack. Okay, what the hell, if you have one in your backpack, don’t start on how I lost something and make me do a full-on search to get it, just use the fucking one in your backpack and move on. Plus she didn’t leave that little brush for me to use, citing that if I was ‘lazy’ enough not to find the first brush supposedly in my room, I could deal with the crappy one that can’t get tangles out of my thick hair.
And there you have it, one-half of the reasons I’m abnormally petty and a raging bitch.