When all else fails… II
When you include the chat-like conversation in the huge block quotes it makes this post seem long. But it’s really mostly the chat-like conversation that took most of the words.
Mimi has a mammogram today at 3pm. So what does that mean? It means she didn’t go to work. She normally takes the kids to school in the mornings since she works at the secondary school.
Mimi: (knocks on my bedroom door at 7:30) Sarah, are you taking the kids (Carrie, Pat and Isaac) to school this morning?!
Me: Oh, yeah. I forgot.
Mimi: You need to call her right now!
Me: Okay. (calls my mom) She said they’re in the car with Lard.
Mimi: Okay. Well, you need to start being more responsible and remember.
Me: I forgot, I’m sorry. It was never made official. (goes back to bed)
Five minutes later.
Mimi: Will you do the dishes for me later today? When you get a dish washing tablet from your mom, I mean.
Me: Yes. (goes back to sleep)
As if that wasn’t bad enough. Though that bit is important to the rest of how my morning has gone, these next few titles are quite the ____.1
Mimi: (knocks on my door) Sarah! Are you not going to do the dishes?!
Me: I am, but you said I could do them later.
Mimi: Well, are you not going to go get me a tablet so I can do it then?
Me: (opens the door, forgetting I haven’t shorts on) I –
Mimi: Oh, my gosh. This is what I am talking about.
Me: Hold on, I’m going to get dressed. (shuts the door, starting to put on shorts) What do –
Mimi: Please open the door.
Me: I’m getting dressed.
Mimi: I was talking to you.
Me: You can keep talking to me; I’m just putting on some shorts.
Mimi: No, that’s rude. You’re doing this all over again. You’re being rude and acting like this. QUIT!
Me: (opens the door) Acting like what?
Mimi: You’re throwing a fit. You need to not have such a temper!
Me: I don’t have a temper.
Mimi: YES YOU DO! You’re not normal. Can’t you realize that having this kind of temper is not normal?
Me: I don’t have a temper. I’m being calm.
Mimi: Stop being rude, and listen to me.
Me: (takes a deep breath2)
Mimi: You need to change. This isn’t going to work. You don’t do anything around the house. You don’t have any plans, you don’t have a job and you lay in bed all day long.
Me: I’ve been really focused on school and making good marks. Teachers are cramming everything in. I’m also applying and trying to get a job somewhere. It’s not that easy right now. And I do do things. You asked me to keep the kitchen clean and fold clothes. I’ve been doing that!
Mimi: Then why are they still there on the dining room table when I get home? This is not the way you should live, Sarah. You need to have plans. If you don’t change, you’re going to have to go back to live with your dad. Go get the tablet. NOW.
Her phone rang, and the way she answered it made it clear that it was Tommy. “Oh, yes! Sarah is just running all on the walls! She’s going crazy, and I just can’t handle her anymore!”
Long story short, [according to her and Tommy] I haven’t been social. Well, I’ve rarely been at home since Tommy has been there more often! She wants me to spend more time with her and Tommy in the living room, and that’s just … not my place. I could have opened that door, but according to my mom I did the RIGHT thing by slamming it shut, locking it and running as far away as I could3.
Mimi also wants the “plans” to be worked out between her and I. Oh, and Tommy.
To make things worse, whilst I drove over to my mom’s house to get a dish washing tablet, Tommy must have told her that I walked out on him while he was speaking to me once. I’m sorry, I don’t enjoy hearing the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. I could be doing other, more productive activities than that.
He walks out on me while I’m speaking, he interrupts me, he ignores me… I don’t want to deal with that.
She cut off the cable because she’s “really low on money”. Because she has so many doctor bills and whatnot. Those doctor bills are all hers.
The house is clean. My room. Is not. I have school crap to do, and my teachers are piling things up on me. I can’t even write anything, anyway. I can’t think of anything to write. Stupid essay. >.>
Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable. Job. Car. Apartment. Internet. Cable.
Things were just fine before Tommy came into the picture. Now he’s in every single one.
P.S. Should I mention she also got onto me for staying up past 7pm?! Oh, yeah. Yep, yep, yep!
P.S.S. Part I
- Fill in the blank. No, really. Read the rest of this entry and fill in the blank! But don’t worry, whatever you put into the blank doesn’t really matter to me. It’s your opinion. Don’t even let me know what it is. ↩
- A coping technique I have that helps me from getting angry. I didn’t have a temper. I’d just gotten woken up, and I was actually really calm, blank and non-talkative. ↩
- Not a real door. HA. Did you think it was? Ohhh, I would be dead if it was a real door! ↩