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stressed out!!!!
May. 26th, 2004 12:36 pmThere are days when I hate my life and there are days I wish I wasn't even born. I think today is one of the days I wish I was not born. It's not just one thing to complain about either, it's all the little things that add up.
The big thing that is stressing me out is my mom's fucking family "reunion" she's on some warpath to cleaning house and it's all her mess! I'm sorry, I'm of the belief that if you make a mess you clean it up. Not have everyone else clean your shit.
for the most part, i've kept this opinion to myself and gamely helped out all day yesterday when we cleaned the computer room, spent about 6 hours organizing my mom's paperwork because she prefers doing 6 hours of work than putting her shit away when she gets it. And it's not like my brother and I were doing much except standing around waiting for her to tell us to throw this away, take this to a goodwill box...See I don't mind working, I never minded that. I mind it when I'm forced to stand around doing nothing while someone sorts through their shit, while I'm missing a show I want to see, or I could be doing something else.
Then today, during my one hour break from housework (because mom can't miss her Days of our Lives) she starts complaining that I need to be working on organizing for my wedding. Hello!!! I've been working these last 3 days, and I'm not spending my 1 hour break to check emails and pay my credit cards online, and finish doing some things I promised I'd do for friends, left unfinished, to start working on wedding stuff. I don't care if I don't have a list of my bridesmaids or groomsmen, I think it's bullshit. Whoever came up with these wedding rules sucks! Why can't two people get married, and have a party afterwards without all this extra work?
Anyway, I'm still angry about last night, I wanted to take a 15 minute break to watch this show on HBO about the Harry Potter movie, and my mom started yelling at me for not helping out. And she didn't yell at my brother jason when he watched the World News at 530, and no one yelled at her for wasting an hour watching a stupid soap opera, I thought she'd be more understanding that there are some things I don't want to miss because she can't get off her lazy ass until 6pm to start doing housework. We were up cleaning until 1am...when she said the day before she wanted to start cleaning the computer room early in the morning. See if we'd started early, I would have had plenty of time to watch the show I was looking forward to since sunday. But no, she kept putting it off, saying we'll start any minute, which of course means I could not make plans for the day to do anything else and it's so frustrating. :(
This is why I'm moving out as soon as I can find a real job. I can't stand this kind of stress. See I did just fine, when I was taking 18 hours in college and working 20 hours, and had 5 tests in 1 week. I can handle that. I even kept my place clean, and this summer when I was wasting 2 hours a day commuting, and had a job, plus a 30 hour a week internship, and summer classes, I still managed to get everything done, including housework.
This type of bullshit I can't handle. I think if I had to live at home with my mom any longer, i'd turn into a basket case. thank GOD my dad got custody of us when we were young, if I was raised around this bullshit any longer, i'd probably have killed myself by now.
The big thing that is stressing me out is my mom's fucking family "reunion" she's on some warpath to cleaning house and it's all her mess! I'm sorry, I'm of the belief that if you make a mess you clean it up. Not have everyone else clean your shit.
for the most part, i've kept this opinion to myself and gamely helped out all day yesterday when we cleaned the computer room, spent about 6 hours organizing my mom's paperwork because she prefers doing 6 hours of work than putting her shit away when she gets it. And it's not like my brother and I were doing much except standing around waiting for her to tell us to throw this away, take this to a goodwill box...See I don't mind working, I never minded that. I mind it when I'm forced to stand around doing nothing while someone sorts through their shit, while I'm missing a show I want to see, or I could be doing something else.
Then today, during my one hour break from housework (because mom can't miss her Days of our Lives) she starts complaining that I need to be working on organizing for my wedding. Hello!!! I've been working these last 3 days, and I'm not spending my 1 hour break to check emails and pay my credit cards online, and finish doing some things I promised I'd do for friends, left unfinished, to start working on wedding stuff. I don't care if I don't have a list of my bridesmaids or groomsmen, I think it's bullshit. Whoever came up with these wedding rules sucks! Why can't two people get married, and have a party afterwards without all this extra work?
Anyway, I'm still angry about last night, I wanted to take a 15 minute break to watch this show on HBO about the Harry Potter movie, and my mom started yelling at me for not helping out. And she didn't yell at my brother jason when he watched the World News at 530, and no one yelled at her for wasting an hour watching a stupid soap opera, I thought she'd be more understanding that there are some things I don't want to miss because she can't get off her lazy ass until 6pm to start doing housework. We were up cleaning until 1am...when she said the day before she wanted to start cleaning the computer room early in the morning. See if we'd started early, I would have had plenty of time to watch the show I was looking forward to since sunday. But no, she kept putting it off, saying we'll start any minute, which of course means I could not make plans for the day to do anything else and it's so frustrating. :(
This is why I'm moving out as soon as I can find a real job. I can't stand this kind of stress. See I did just fine, when I was taking 18 hours in college and working 20 hours, and had 5 tests in 1 week. I can handle that. I even kept my place clean, and this summer when I was wasting 2 hours a day commuting, and had a job, plus a 30 hour a week internship, and summer classes, I still managed to get everything done, including housework.
This type of bullshit I can't handle. I think if I had to live at home with my mom any longer, i'd turn into a basket case. thank GOD my dad got custody of us when we were young, if I was raised around this bullshit any longer, i'd probably have killed myself by now.
