And here...
I wish I could say that I was awoken from a blissful sleep this morning, but once again, for perhaps the third week in a row, my sleep deprivation has kept me from dreamland, and for the second day in a row, that meant no sleep at all. Anyway, I was woken up by my little brother today (and for those of you who don't know, that little guy is my source of life and happiness in this world) wondering when I was going to be coming into town for his 14th birthday today. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it, what with the constant nausia from non-sleeping. After a rather harsh GUILT TRIP from me madre (the true master of those things I tell ya), I packed a bag and ran home on the ever so lovely greyhound bus.
My mother........... For Tyler's 14th birthday, she takes him to a fund raising convention with the high ups in the state legislature so as to better her career. By the time I got into town, all of the state employees were toasted on the wine, and my brother is sitting at a distant table examining his shoes as a source of entertainment... on his BIRTHDAY!!! I'm not saying that my mother is taking advantage of his disabilities to keep him occupied, oh no, she used his downsyndrome to get MORE attention to her possition. It was pretty nice when the secretary of the state stopped the ceremonies to have Tyler come up onstage and have the whole room sing happy birthday for him, but the sheer nerve of that woman!!! I also discovered the other half of her guilt trip was not just for a babysitter at her schmooze-fest, it was also to show me off to her superiors. Her co-workers have taken a SERIOUS liking to me (ew!), and she thought to use my acting talents to help her out even more. I played it low key and didn't succomb to her provokings, which she retaliated with by ignoring both of us to flirt her way to the big-wig circles. Even this would have been bearable had I eaten anything of substance all day, but she was too 'busy' to point out where everyone had gotten food. Then we get home, she runs online to check out her e-harmony matches and informs me that I will be putting tyler to bed. It makes me really worry about him when someone isn't here to help him out. Not that I'm about to call DSHS, but I still wonder.
I do love it out here though, this town is home. It feels damn good to be back, if even for a little while.
My mother........... For Tyler's 14th birthday, she takes him to a fund raising convention with the high ups in the state legislature so as to better her career. By the time I got into town, all of the state employees were toasted on the wine, and my brother is sitting at a distant table examining his shoes as a source of entertainment... on his BIRTHDAY!!! I'm not saying that my mother is taking advantage of his disabilities to keep him occupied, oh no, she used his downsyndrome to get MORE attention to her possition. It was pretty nice when the secretary of the state stopped the ceremonies to have Tyler come up onstage and have the whole room sing happy birthday for him, but the sheer nerve of that woman!!! I also discovered the other half of her guilt trip was not just for a babysitter at her schmooze-fest, it was also to show me off to her superiors. Her co-workers have taken a SERIOUS liking to me (ew!), and she thought to use my acting talents to help her out even more. I played it low key and didn't succomb to her provokings, which she retaliated with by ignoring both of us to flirt her way to the big-wig circles. Even this would have been bearable had I eaten anything of substance all day, but she was too 'busy' to point out where everyone had gotten food. Then we get home, she runs online to check out her e-harmony matches and informs me that I will be putting tyler to bed. It makes me really worry about him when someone isn't here to help him out. Not that I'm about to call DSHS, but I still wonder.
I do love it out here though, this town is home. It feels damn good to be back, if even for a little while.