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rain_and_snow) wrote2007-05-14 12:39 pm
rain_and_snow) wrote2007-05-14 12:39 pm
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Yes, it's me again. Yes, I'm going to complain again.
Just... let me wallow in my self pity a little longer, and I promise I'll smile again tomorrow.
Just... let me wallow in my self pity a little longer, and I promise I'll smile again tomorrow.
I am tired. Completely and totally drained, in more ways than one.
This, THIS, is why. (Let the tale begin... *drumroll*)
For me, this dreadful day began on the Friday, when the local church priest called. I was at work, so mother answered, and promised him that I would be quite happy to participate in his happy little play about Lydia and Paul, and the wonderfulness that is the Lord of Peace, Jesus. (Who, incedentially, I had to sound interested in to an ultra conservative congregation - without sounding like I wanted to have his babies. Gah.) I also found out I was going to be playing in the band, and therefore needed to be at the cold, cold, church at a quarter to eight on Sunday morning. I was woken up one hour before this, and went to bed four hours before that. Being already sleep deprived on less than six hours in four days, I wasn't pleased. I was doing these things because... it was the Mothers Day service, and I had a mother. No... I am the immaculate conception from the fish-tank.
Anyhow, I got through that today. And was nice and sociable to the people, and the priest, and to his *grits teeth* lovely son. Who, it would seem, has just about picked up on my not-so-hidden hints. He might leave me alone now. *dances*
So we fed mother breakfast in bed, and all her four girls came and visited. Two she turned away... poor poi-poies. *sadface*
then the three young cousins turned up
with a dog
who ours had never met
DISASTER #1
then the kids wanted to youch ours
DISASTERS #2, #3, #4
... then the youngest cousin came along, at eight months old, just after Zil had managed to squeeze through the fence and onto the street
I was then handed this THING to babysit while parents and grandparents alike ate. To "give them some peace". So, whilst stopping the thing from screaming, I had to stop the dogs from fighting, the children from fighting, and the lot from destroying things and / or eating eachother.
So ...an average day with kids and pets?
No. I'd never met the other dog either, and I don't normally have to do two rounds of babies in the same day.
That said, I also got to tell my grandparents that I wanted to become a Priestess in the Church of Satan. Can't say they thought much of that, but they said my clothes from the formal matched well enough.
AND THEN THEY ASKED WHEN, not 'if', WHEN, I WAS PLANNING TO MARRY GINDI
Gah. Sometimes, I hate them. Sometimes they make me laugh. Sometimes I have to laugh so that I don't cry. And sometimes... sometimes I just cry.
Thge second family was much less traumatic, however, and therefore hardly deserves a mention, beyond that it contains my incredibly depressed and dying grandmother, my over-active (mentally and physically) grandfather, my neurotic younger aunt and her wonderfully balanced husband, their 13 month daughter who is an ugly wuss, and my two pretty normal older cousins.
antithesis says:
There was also a dog. A fat one.
... and I haven't even washed my hair.
This, THIS, is why. (Let the tale begin... *drumroll*)
For me, this dreadful day began on the Friday, when the local church priest called. I was at work, so mother answered, and promised him that I would be quite happy to participate in his happy little play about Lydia and Paul, and the wonderfulness that is the Lord of Peace, Jesus. (Who, incedentially, I had to sound interested in to an ultra conservative congregation - without sounding like I wanted to have his babies. Gah.) I also found out I was going to be playing in the band, and therefore needed to be at the cold, cold, church at a quarter to eight on Sunday morning. I was woken up one hour before this, and went to bed four hours before that. Being already sleep deprived on less than six hours in four days, I wasn't pleased. I was doing these things because... it was the Mothers Day service, and I had a mother. No... I am the immaculate conception from the fish-tank.
Anyhow, I got through that today. And was nice and sociable to the people, and the priest, and to his *grits teeth* lovely son. Who, it would seem, has just about picked up on my not-so-hidden hints. He might leave me alone now. *dances*
So we fed mother breakfast in bed, and all her four girls came and visited. Two she turned away... poor poi-poies. *sadface*
then the three young cousins turned up
with a dog
who ours had never met
DISASTER #1
then the kids wanted to youch ours
DISASTERS #2, #3, #4
... then the youngest cousin came along, at eight months old, just after Zil had managed to squeeze through the fence and onto the street
I was then handed this THING to babysit while parents and grandparents alike ate. To "give them some peace". So, whilst stopping the thing from screaming, I had to stop the dogs from fighting, the children from fighting, and the lot from destroying things and / or eating eachother.
So ...an average day with kids and pets?
No. I'd never met the other dog either, and I don't normally have to do two rounds of babies in the same day.
That said, I also got to tell my grandparents that I wanted to become a Priestess in the Church of Satan. Can't say they thought much of that, but they said my clothes from the formal matched well enough.
AND THEN THEY ASKED WHEN, not 'if', WHEN, I WAS PLANNING TO MARRY GINDI
Gah. Sometimes, I hate them. Sometimes they make me laugh. Sometimes I have to laugh so that I don't cry. And sometimes... sometimes I just cry.
Thge second family was much less traumatic, however, and therefore hardly deserves a mention, beyond that it contains my incredibly depressed and dying grandmother, my over-active (mentally and physically) grandfather, my neurotic younger aunt and her wonderfully balanced husband, their 13 month daughter who is an ugly wuss, and my two pretty normal older cousins.
antithesis says:
There was also a dog. A fat one.
... and I haven't even washed my hair.
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Interesting ideas, yes.
Sense of humour... *squee*
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your aloud to complain
afterall, its all i do.
lover you
xoxo
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Love you anyway!
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