And so goes another day

I had a horrible weekend. I mean on top of being sick i had to deal with the foolishness that goes on in my house hold. I am tired of being tired. I mean as of late I have so many things to complain about. I know there are more serious problems in the world but right now I am just truly annoyed. My sister tells me to just let it go but it's hard to do at times especially when someone gets on your nerves everyday. And trust me I have been looking for an apartment but these days its not that easy to get something affordable. But don't get me wrong beyond all this frustration I maintain to be thankful for the things that God has blessed me with such as my health, a job ( in these economic hard times), family (sometimes...JK....no seriously...lol). I truly am in need of a vacation. My mother is always telling me that I need to stop stressing myself about certain things but when I go home, there are constant reminders of why I need to get a jump on moving out.

So here goes an examples of why I need a break. (mind you this is just the tip of the iceberg)....

So last week I was in the living room talking to my parents who are going on and on about how selfish there kids are and that they have gave everything for us and the least we can do is everyone in a while give them something extra like 20 dollars here and there (mind you both my sisters pay rent and I pay for the grocery shopping, one has a child and she pays her baby sitter and we all have our own bills). So my response was after all is said and done I don't have much money left after my bills and you want you to give you what I don't have. And they proceeded to tell me that I am lying and need to budget better. At which point i just decided to shut up and chalk it up as a lost because there was absolutely nothing I could say to change what they feel.

Next.....
My sister and I go shopping on Thursday and and we decided to splurge and by my mother a pair of boots to be nice. She liked them and they fit all is well. My father begins to look them over and says well they look worn you should take them back. I look at my sister and I am like give mommy the receipt. WE both look at the shoe and it looks fine to me but hey in cases like this my opinion does not matter over my fathers. So my mother is like oh yeah look here and I am like am I taking crazy pills they look fine. So I just suffer in silence once again.

And Again....
So my sisters go to walmart yesterday and so that they can buy groceries (which by the way I put my towards) I was tired and trying to sleep off this cold that I have so I did not go. So they cam home late and my sister asked my mother did you guys eat (referring to my parents) My mother says no at first so my sister gets ready to cook and then my mother says yeas me and your father ate. So my sister says are you sure you don't want me to cook and my mom is like yeah don't cook its late and by time everything is done it will be too late to eat. So my sister pops pizza in the oven that she bought. They eat and all is good right....wrong. My father comes in the kitchen while I am standing at the stove to warm myself and says who's cooking and I am like no one why...I am putting the stuff away for tomorrow and he gets all upset...I am puzzled. (He ate left over thanksgiving food and banana pudding all day) So he huffs and puffs and I still don't understand and under his breath he says you guys are inconsiderate. I am still puzzled. He begins to say you don't cook just cause your mother said we ate...no one asked me if i ate or if I am hungry you just decide not to cook selfish. So in my head I began to laugh because if I laugh out loud there will be an argument of some sorts and it is just to late for that (again). He begins to mumble more things as he goes to his room and slams the door. You can hear him yelling and speaking to my mother and all i do is shake my head. He comes out of his room and comes back to the kitchen and is still ranting to no one in particular....I am tired of this f*ing house....I am tired of this sh*t.......

So I am thinking how is any of this my issue? Then I am wondering why my mother didn't say anything like she told us he ate. This is pure craziness. How the hell is he tired of the house? No one bothers him. He is in his room all day and when he does make an appearance no one says anything to him. This is complete craziness and I live in the midst of it. Everyday there is always something that eh goes on about. If you only new the half he has no real reason to be tired of anything.

Through all this I still love my family but all of us living in the same house for this amount of time is making me crazy and truly annoyed. I am beginning to hate coming home. I pray everyday that when I wake up I will have a studio apartment or someone will secretly mail me 100,000 dollars and say here some money to get you started. But I open my eyes and reality hits me real hard and I shower and am off to work. And so goes another day.........



I find that it is always easy to complain when someone is trying.

So on goes my daily existence dealing with foolishness. I just needed to rant a little....OK a lot. Thanks for reading my thoughts and there is plenty more where that came from.......