Beware: Ice Cream = Crack for Kids
Since it was my parents anniverary, I arranged for them to go on a little mini vacation. I set up the reservation, did the research, looked up prices, reviews, EVERYTHING. And I finally convinced them to go. I knew my mom would be pretty bummed if she didn't do anything for it since they usually just go to dinner for their "celebration", then call it a night. Everything was going as planned: my mom got her vacation, my dad got his vacation, I'd get my vacation from them. But things went downhill.
On saturday I got back from a workshop I had to attend and was ready to babysit my little brother (my grandma had been there "watching" him). When I saw him, he was still in his PJs and hadn't ate breakfast or lunch. So much for her "watching." After getting him changed and feeding him, I played wii with him for a couple hours to keep ourselves occupied. When I finally got tired, he agreed he'd turn off the wii and watch a pokemon movie.
Later I began fixing dinner. As I was halfway through the first portion, he looks into the freezer and notices that the small container and ice cream mom had left for him was gone. Then he began asking where it went. I told him I didn't know, and then I realized my container was also gone. Then we got to grandma and she said she ate it claiming there weren't names on them and that she was sorry. Then my brother broke down and grandma begins chuckling and laughing. And then my brother went apeshit. I started slaming the fridge door and stomping and screaming. So, of course, I wasn't going to have him break a fridge over a pint of ice cream and deciplined him. Then he stayed in his room screaming at the top of his lungs as though there were a bloody murder.
My mom couldn't believe how he flipped out because of an ice cream (we had to call her cell). There were fudge-cicles, but those "didn't taste as good to him." I was ready to beat him to a bloody pulp.
On sunday, I was making breakfast for my brother and I and had to listen to my grandma go on and on and on about how we were lazy kids. She talked about how my brother didn't take the trash out (I usually do this task anyway) and when I left the kitchen for a split second she started talking behind me back so I spoke up. Then she talked more shit, saying " I'm beginning to dislike you. My kids wouldn't saying that to me. I don't know how your mother deal with you all. If you were my kids..." I've heard the phrase "I'm beginning to dislike you" all throughout my childhood. I still wish I could be able to trade my grandma in for a pony (or at least a grandma who loves and spoils her grandchildren with cookies and compliments).
She irks we so much. She compares herself to Jesus and sees the rest of us as flaw-prone-dumb-asses. I love Jesus, but lord I am ready to strike that lady down myself (with a baseball bat). I thought she was going to church and would leave me to babysit for the rest of the day (since things got under control). But she hung around, and we had to listen to her insults and her gospel music.
To top off a craptacular weekend, my brother got water all over the kitchen floor and didn't clean it up because he wanted to go back to playing the wii. Long story short, I made him clean it up, my parents arrived home and I collapsed into oblivion as my shoulders, back, and arms throbbed with pain (and stress).
My brother got yelled at by my parents for acting an ass.