Why the fuck is this my life?
I mean besides the obvious.
So tonight, we're five minutes from getting dinner on the table. The littlest girl is sitting at the table, eating lettuce. Mom tells her and her sister that they need to stop eating all of the toppings, because she's (mom, that is) is almost don with the burgers and then we can all sit down and stuff ourselves.
Littlest girl snags a slice of tomato for herself and another for her sister. I pick up the plate of tomatoes and say "no touchy the food!", more or less joking about everything except her eating any more. She gets this huge I-am-going-to-have-a-fit frown on her face and I say "Do. Not. Even. Start."
So mom wants to know what's going on, and as I'm TRYING to explain, the front door opens and in walks my brother. It's very important to remember this point: HE HAS JUST WALKED IN THE HOUSE.
So I, despite the noise from my brother, the small children who are trying to talk to him/his friend, and my mother working in the kitchen, TRY once more to explain what was going on. My brother tells me to shut up. I try to explain ONE MORE TIME, and he just tells me to shut up again.
Instead of killing him, or beating him to a pulp, or just asking his tall friend to sit on him for a while, I swallow up my rage. I fix myself a plate, and I retreat to eat in my room.
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him. I want to beat HIS head against a wall, to be honest. (Just asked my mom if I could whack his head against the wall, if I promised to fix the hole. She said no, my hair would leave a pink mark when he returned the favor. So then I said I'd just have to offer his friend a dollar to sit on him.)
Oh, and the people whose house could have become my home-away-from-home? Yesterday I arrived to find a note saying "Since it's so warm now, it's time to switch to our summer on-call schedule. Have a great day!" So there goes that option, out on its face.
On top of all of that, I discovered myself being all emo yesterday: lying in a semi-dark room, my music turned up as loud as it would go, wrapped up in my covers and feeling sorry for myself... Do I at least get points off for mentioning that I was listening to Mozart's Requiem by the Prague Symphony and Vox Pragae Choir? Some of the pieces are actually in a major key!
So tonight, we're five minutes from getting dinner on the table. The littlest girl is sitting at the table, eating lettuce. Mom tells her and her sister that they need to stop eating all of the toppings, because she's (mom, that is) is almost don with the burgers and then we can all sit down and stuff ourselves.
Littlest girl snags a slice of tomato for herself and another for her sister. I pick up the plate of tomatoes and say "no touchy the food!", more or less joking about everything except her eating any more. She gets this huge I-am-going-to-have-a-fit frown on her face and I say "Do. Not. Even. Start."
So mom wants to know what's going on, and as I'm TRYING to explain, the front door opens and in walks my brother. It's very important to remember this point: HE HAS JUST WALKED IN THE HOUSE.
So I, despite the noise from my brother, the small children who are trying to talk to him/his friend, and my mother working in the kitchen, TRY once more to explain what was going on. My brother tells me to shut up. I try to explain ONE MORE TIME, and he just tells me to shut up again.
Instead of killing him, or beating him to a pulp, or just asking his tall friend to sit on him for a while, I swallow up my rage. I fix myself a plate, and I retreat to eat in my room.
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him. I want to beat HIS head against a wall, to be honest. (Just asked my mom if I could whack his head against the wall, if I promised to fix the hole. She said no, my hair would leave a pink mark when he returned the favor. So then I said I'd just have to offer his friend a dollar to sit on him.)
Oh, and the people whose house could have become my home-away-from-home? Yesterday I arrived to find a note saying "Since it's so warm now, it's time to switch to our summer on-call schedule. Have a great day!" So there goes that option, out on its face.
On top of all of that, I discovered myself being all emo yesterday: lying in a semi-dark room, my music turned up as loud as it would go, wrapped up in my covers and feeling sorry for myself... Do I at least get points off for mentioning that I was listening to Mozart's Requiem by the Prague Symphony and Vox Pragae Choir? Some of the pieces are actually in a major key!