is it seriously too much to fucking ask?
no, really. is it too much to fucking ask that my parents be, oh, I don't know... responsible? act like parents?
yesterday, they were in Missouri when I called them and asked if they were going to get groceries, since there was a page-long list of things we need, I was pretty sure I was getting sick, and I wanted soup. they told me they weren't getting groceries then, that they'd do it today, but at least they brought home fast food. fine. whatever.
they said they were getting groceries today - Mom came in my room and asked if I wanted to go to her father's house when she took the kids over there to see the new puppy he got. I said no; I was sleeping. she said that was fine, and that after she dropped the kids back off, she and Dad were going to get groceries. okay.
she comes home with the kids, complains that she's tired. I expected they'd cop out on groceries; it's just like them. but she and Dad left again, anyway, so I was pleasantly surprised.
then they come home without any fucking groceries. apparently, they went to look at motorcycles.
kdfjkl;dgsjhgke AM I SERIOUSLY EXPECTING TOO MUCH FROM THEM? if I had a fucking car and a fucking license, I would have gone and gotten groceries myfuckingself, by now. even the fucking kids recognize how irresponsible they are. Jesus fucking Christ.
at this point, basically fucking everything is pissing me off. I'm sure I'll be over it soon enough; I always am, but for now, just... chalk up any unusual bitchiness to being sick and tired, and sick and tired of my parents.
yesterday, they were in Missouri when I called them and asked if they were going to get groceries, since there was a page-long list of things we need, I was pretty sure I was getting sick, and I wanted soup. they told me they weren't getting groceries then, that they'd do it today, but at least they brought home fast food. fine. whatever.
they said they were getting groceries today - Mom came in my room and asked if I wanted to go to her father's house when she took the kids over there to see the new puppy he got. I said no; I was sleeping. she said that was fine, and that after she dropped the kids back off, she and Dad were going to get groceries. okay.
she comes home with the kids, complains that she's tired. I expected they'd cop out on groceries; it's just like them. but she and Dad left again, anyway, so I was pleasantly surprised.
then they come home without any fucking groceries. apparently, they went to look at motorcycles.
kdfjkl;dgsjhgke AM I SERIOUSLY EXPECTING TOO MUCH FROM THEM? if I had a fucking car and a fucking license, I would have gone and gotten groceries myfuckingself, by now. even the fucking kids recognize how irresponsible they are. Jesus fucking Christ.
at this point, basically fucking everything is pissing me off. I'm sure I'll be over it soon enough; I always am, but for now, just... chalk up any unusual bitchiness to being sick and tired, and sick and tired of my parents.