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Dec. 12th, 2018 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mad_tea_party It's been a while since I've written, but there is a good reason for that. In November, I was participating in National Novel Writing Month. I didn't win for a good many reasons, but mostly because I kept getting distracted. Having my niece here has added more challenges for me than i was preapred to deal with.
The longer they are here, the worse I wanna kill my brother at this point. He and Ashley are trying to throw me under the bus where the milk consumption is concerned. I don't drink that often, and I definitely haven't been drinking chocolate milk. I can't do chocolate milk because of what it does to my throat, but apparently, that is what they are telling my parents I'm doing. I do use a little bit of it in my cereal. 3 splashes exactly for each bowl. Because I hate soggy cereal, and the less milk, the less soggy it
Today, Mom called me to ask if we had eggs and if we needed them for baking. She also wanted to know if Ashley could pick some up for us since she is on WIC, and had a voucher. No problem, right? Wrong! I go into the kitchen to talk to Ashley and my brother has to answer for her before she can even answer me. On top of all that, he's like, "We won't get them at all! Forget it." What the HELL is his problem?
I wasn't even talking to him.
I wasn't the one asking for the eggs, Mom was. How dare he talk to my mother like that.
I'm really getting tired of his damn attitude. I am literally counting down the days for his deplolyment to basic training and shit. You do not treat family like this, especially when they are living rent free, and basically have an on-call babysitter. Don't get me wrong. I love my niece. She is my heart, and my favorite little person ever. But, I am not the energetic person I used to be. I don't have all the stamina I had when Daniel was 3. (She just turned 3 yesterday).
Not to mention, I'm sick, and she keeps getting sick, and we're just passing it back and forth at this point. :( I have to get better by tomorrow. There is no "try to get better". I have a puppet rehearsal tomorrow night, and I really need to be there since the show itself is next week.
The longer they are here, the worse I wanna kill my brother at this point. He and Ashley are trying to throw me under the bus where the milk consumption is concerned. I don't drink that often, and I definitely haven't been drinking chocolate milk. I can't do chocolate milk because of what it does to my throat, but apparently, that is what they are telling my parents I'm doing. I do use a little bit of it in my cereal. 3 splashes exactly for each bowl. Because I hate soggy cereal, and the less milk, the less soggy it
Today, Mom called me to ask if we had eggs and if we needed them for baking. She also wanted to know if Ashley could pick some up for us since she is on WIC, and had a voucher. No problem, right? Wrong! I go into the kitchen to talk to Ashley and my brother has to answer for her before she can even answer me. On top of all that, he's like, "We won't get them at all! Forget it." What the HELL is his problem?
I wasn't even talking to him.
I wasn't the one asking for the eggs, Mom was. How dare he talk to my mother like that.
I'm really getting tired of his damn attitude. I am literally counting down the days for his deplolyment to basic training and shit. You do not treat family like this, especially when they are living rent free, and basically have an on-call babysitter. Don't get me wrong. I love my niece. She is my heart, and my favorite little person ever. But, I am not the energetic person I used to be. I don't have all the stamina I had when Daniel was 3. (She just turned 3 yesterday).
Not to mention, I'm sick, and she keeps getting sick, and we're just passing it back and forth at this point. :( I have to get better by tomorrow. There is no "try to get better". I have a puppet rehearsal tomorrow night, and I really need to be there since the show itself is next week.
