I get so tired of my parent's shit....

[jediobiwan]

So I didn't come "home" (I call ASMS, Tabatha's and my brother's place home before I ever call my parents house my home!)till last night. It was very nice spending one last half week in Mobile before the dreaded summer....so, anyway, we let our parents know when we were leaving Mobile that we would be here between 9 and ten....what did they do at eight? You guessed it, they called and asked what time we were getting here. What time did we get here? 9:10.....conveniently between 9 and ten, no? Anyway, I usually start carrying stuff in so they can't try and hug me when I first come in. I told Josh we probably needed to see how much cleaning we need to do before I can get any of my stuff in. To sum it up, I couldn't get a single thing into my room. They had all kinds of crap in my room, treating it as their temporary storage room "until we have time to take it to the storage unit." Needless to say, I was and am pissed! It took me almost an hour to move enough stuff out that I could move half of my stuff in. I still haven't gotten the rest in yet because it started hailing by the time I had cleaned and carried a few things in. When I got pissed and just sat there, my mom saw me for the first time and you know what her first question was? Did you and Tabatha break up? Hell no we didn't, and if we had I'm not sure I could handle the stress that I have to go through this summer. I asked why so much stuff was in my room that I couldn't even move anything in and they she said that my dad had wanted to move it earlier that day but he had hurt his shoulder and she didn't want him to hurt it worse. To which I asked why it always waited till the day I am supposed to come home for anything to start being cleaned when they have known for like a month now the day I would be here? Her response was a sob story about how sick and how much pain she has been in and such. You know what, I used to have migraines on a basis of 3-5 times a week. You know what I did to get rid of them? I moved to ASMS! Some people think ASMS is a lot more stressful than home but ASMS is so much better than my "home." So consequently, instead of setting up my room today, Josh and I are going to be ferrying all their crap to the storage unit. Whoppee! As if moving all my crap wasn't tiring enough, I now have to deal with theirs too.

Every time I almost convince myself to just go through and clean up the house, I remember that even if I did in the space of two days it would look the same. And this cannot be blamed on me or Josh or Joe or Victoria anymore. In fact the reason it used to comparatively look so good is because we actually cleaned some!

I give up.....please get me out of here soon!