Dec 29, 2006 15:17
Life without water is more difficult than I'd imagined. At first it was fun, like camping in my house. Now we are all strung out about the fact we can't take showers, flush toilets, or drink water. We have to run back and forth between the kitchen and basement if we want to eat cold food, and we're dirty as hell from painting, spackling, lifting, and otherwise working too hard. And naturally Rob is missing all of this, using my dad's car so we've only one here at the house.
The car is not done; this means I have to leave my family New Year's Eve with Barwick and otherwise fuck up the remaining tradition. I also can't take up all of my stuff, which means 2007 will dawn full of annoying loose ends rather than clean new beginnings. This annoys me more than I can say, not because I can barely sleep at night for want of that car, but because of how hard I've been slaving all break BELIEVING I could wrap everything up neatly before I left. But no. And Rob naturally is useless, meaning I likely won't get the joy of a finished basement because he was too lazy to take care of *his* crap and the next few days he'll have Erin over.
My mom is wallowing in weird drugged out self-pity and my dad is holding back a scream of rage about everything that keeps going wrong, particularly the mixup with my car, which is annoying to me as well. I feel so badly for how much stress he's under. He's like, "I'm supposed to be on vacation!" but he's not a moment's rest. he couldn't go into the office today to deal with all the insanity of his job, either, becuase he had to wait around for the plumber. The fucking fridge situation was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Man, and I thought home couldn't get any worse. -_-