Headed to the "booby hatch"...
My grandmother keeps saying she is going to be driven to the "booby hatch" because of my brother and his "hyperactivity." I am beginning to think I am already living IN the "booby hatch", and for those of you who do not know what this means, it is my grandmothers euphamism for the nut house.
I seriously do think I am losing my mind. My grandmother is complaining about pain and how she is "headed down the hill"...my mother is just tired of everyone and keeps having mini panic attacks in random places, like when trying to repark my car...my brother is completely obnoxious, listens to the tv loud enough for the deaf kids in China to hear, and drinks coke at midnight while dancing around asking my grandmother if she is happy. Meanwhile, my grandmother is telling my mother that she has to feed me because I am a "lost little lamb." My poor mother probably wishes that she was the lost little lamb. As for my dad...he is at work. Lucky duck.
Randomly my mother's movie of inspiration is Legally Blonde--oh am I proud of that, yeah right--and she has now decided that she wants to go to a spa day. This is probably because my cousins go to spa days all the time, and they are currently in Cancun swimming in an underground river, and my mother thinks they are drugdealers and we deserve what they have. I try not being involved with any of it.
Luck thing I have a television in my room to escape this morphed reality that I live in. X-Files served as my escape this afternoon. Phew.
My mother wants to attempt to "go swimming" at Cole Park tomorrow. The reason I put that in quotes is because she CANNOT swim and has taken it upon herself to volunteer me to swim with my brother. This whole situation would not be half bad if I weren't privy to the fact that this "lake" is known previously for having children feces in it, and consequently, its swimmers are consistently sick. Wonderful. Not to mention, it is one big festering playground for the people who never leave this area and I am bound to see some dreaded individual from my past who wants to "catch up." Save me.
There's always Vacation Bible School.
I seriously do think I am losing my mind. My grandmother is complaining about pain and how she is "headed down the hill"...my mother is just tired of everyone and keeps having mini panic attacks in random places, like when trying to repark my car...my brother is completely obnoxious, listens to the tv loud enough for the deaf kids in China to hear, and drinks coke at midnight while dancing around asking my grandmother if she is happy. Meanwhile, my grandmother is telling my mother that she has to feed me because I am a "lost little lamb." My poor mother probably wishes that she was the lost little lamb. As for my dad...he is at work. Lucky duck.
Randomly my mother's movie of inspiration is Legally Blonde--oh am I proud of that, yeah right--and she has now decided that she wants to go to a spa day. This is probably because my cousins go to spa days all the time, and they are currently in Cancun swimming in an underground river, and my mother thinks they are drugdealers and we deserve what they have. I try not being involved with any of it.
Luck thing I have a television in my room to escape this morphed reality that I live in. X-Files served as my escape this afternoon. Phew.
My mother wants to attempt to "go swimming" at Cole Park tomorrow. The reason I put that in quotes is because she CANNOT swim and has taken it upon herself to volunteer me to swim with my brother. This whole situation would not be half bad if I weren't privy to the fact that this "lake" is known previously for having children feces in it, and consequently, its swimmers are consistently sick. Wonderful. Not to mention, it is one big festering playground for the people who never leave this area and I am bound to see some dreaded individual from my past who wants to "catch up." Save me.
There's always Vacation Bible School.