"Hold My Head Inside Your Hands..."
I'd just kind of like to state for the record that it's an hour past our departure time, and, once again, the fact that my father is alive has everything to do with my self-control and nothing to do with him. Forty-five minutes ago I asked him if he would put his suitcase in the car so I could finish doing the packing, and he looked at me and said, in a pitiful voice,
"Now? Before I eat my breakfast?"
And you know what? I haven't eaten my breakfast either. I've been up since seven packing the car, dealing with the cats, wading through the morning dew for all the vegetables Maria wanted me to bring, on four hours' sleep, and I told him, "Yes, that would be very helpful."
And he gave me a pitiful look to go with the pitiful voice, waded upstairs, and started packing his suitcase, which he apparently had not done yet. Because before an eight hour trip where you were supposed to leave at eight o'clock sharp the obvious thing to do is to wait until departure time to do the actual packing of your actual stuff.
He just came back downstairs and informed me in a martyred tone that he had finished packing and if it was all right with me he would just have a "bite of breakfast". He's nowhere near ready yet, and I am going to finish the packing and then go to sleep in the car, and dammit he can just figure out what he wants to do from there. I will not be involved any more.
afasfjals I hate my mother right now, actually, for abandoning me with him again. I can't wait to get back to school, I cannot take much more of this man.
"Now? Before I eat my breakfast?"
And you know what? I haven't eaten my breakfast either. I've been up since seven packing the car, dealing with the cats, wading through the morning dew for all the vegetables Maria wanted me to bring, on four hours' sleep, and I told him, "Yes, that would be very helpful."
And he gave me a pitiful look to go with the pitiful voice, waded upstairs, and started packing his suitcase, which he apparently had not done yet. Because before an eight hour trip where you were supposed to leave at eight o'clock sharp the obvious thing to do is to wait until departure time to do the actual packing of your actual stuff.
He just came back downstairs and informed me in a martyred tone that he had finished packing and if it was all right with me he would just have a "bite of breakfast". He's nowhere near ready yet, and I am going to finish the packing and then go to sleep in the car, and dammit he can just figure out what he wants to do from there. I will not be involved any more.
afasfjals I hate my mother right now, actually, for abandoning me with him again. I can't wait to get back to school, I cannot take much more of this man.