Daily life
I finally got my hands on a copy of the latest Harry Potter book, and am halfway through it. I want to know why my conscience is telling me I should do the dishes instead of bloody reading all the message boards that i belong to. I ran the dishwasher 4x last week, I suppose that is why the electric bill is so high.
I have a question for you: Do you think that it is ok for an 11 month old baby to watch television all day? Here at Chateau Beach Dandelion the telly is on from 10 am-1 am.
The other day i put some cd's in the cdchanger and played them for her, while she played, while we napped, and while i was cooking dinner. I said to my BIL "Please leave the cd's on, I don't want to watch television."
I got snarled at. I don't know why i bother, except that six days out of seven, i am babysitting my niece. I know i am taken for granted, and it has to stop. I am at the point where i question why i came to Florida. I won't be living with them for too much longer, hurrah.
I don't understand my BIL, i don't like his "cute" names for the baby, "buttsqueeze" "Chucky" "Jobu". Plus he does that thing with the Muslim(?) name spelled Shithead, although pronounced "Shy-thead".
And his family has this competitve thing, when the babies, are just pawns in "anything you can do" achievement game... someone help me out here. It drives me insane when he makes jokes about selling his baby into white slavery.
The plus side is that he hates my book and my cd collection, and Crowded House. My Woodface poster bugs him. It goes without saying that i play CH for the baby, and whatever else i have.
I have a question for you: Do you think that it is ok for an 11 month old baby to watch television all day? Here at Chateau Beach Dandelion the telly is on from 10 am-1 am.
The other day i put some cd's in the cdchanger and played them for her, while she played, while we napped, and while i was cooking dinner. I said to my BIL "Please leave the cd's on, I don't want to watch television."
I got snarled at. I don't know why i bother, except that six days out of seven, i am babysitting my niece. I know i am taken for granted, and it has to stop. I am at the point where i question why i came to Florida. I won't be living with them for too much longer, hurrah.
I don't understand my BIL, i don't like his "cute" names for the baby, "buttsqueeze" "Chucky" "Jobu". Plus he does that thing with the Muslim(?) name spelled Shithead, although pronounced "Shy-thead".
And his family has this competitve thing, when the babies, are just pawns in "anything you can do" achievement game... someone help me out here. It drives me insane when he makes jokes about selling his baby into white slavery.
The plus side is that he hates my book and my cd collection, and Crowded House. My Woodface poster bugs him. It goes without saying that i play CH for the baby, and whatever else i have.