Dad: Roll 5 6 sideds CC: No Dad: D:< Do it CC: do it yourself Dad: Mom made me put the laptop away CC: I'm tired Dad: You just got up CC: yeaaaaaaah you noticed -_-'
Mom is like "I need you to deal with Robbie" no specifics, just vagueries -_-' Dad is telling her to go to bed but she won't until he's fed, meanwhile she's not even able to get food because she's so out of it
I did But it was moot. Dad shredded himself just trying to do what he kept fobbing off on me and then Mom is crying because wahhhh he's exhausted :|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
his shit's so loud it woke me up. Again. Is what it is. No one can hear me when I'm trying my best. He doesn't recognize he's shredding me/Moosey but demands we all tiptoe to not shred him I hate this x infinity I want to be back in NY where I belong
iirc the problem was tea and food but yeah fucking maybe. IDK I can't even handle the stairs right now but neither can he definitely. So It's the best of bad options
He went back to bed because I was bullying him >> All I did was try to mitigate Mom draining his energy \:|/ I am literally just "yo I fucking tried. You got mad that we weren't stopping this, so I'm once again on strike"
And literally by that I mean "Mom was trying to talk about Maine finances (since our travel budget is obviously blown on this mayhem) and he wasn't getting it and stopped watching his show and wasn't getting it, so I short handed it and he overreacted that I was sO lOuD" I wasn't. I was not even 1/100th. I was annoyed by this because the whole fucking day
ahahahahaahah I lost popcorn down my shirt and I couldnt' find it (somehow it got under my boobs O_O) and getting them tickled which I am telling you to tickle you too
I basically figured she was "punishing" me for telling her not to leave his long leash on because he could scrape the floors with it and it already broke at Wishbone etc.
though i guess i'm a special kind of insane. Part of me was titillated but part of me was bothered by the inevitable crumbs, salt and butter you scattered over your front
100% It'll be after we get back to school street and then we'll send her to my grandparents again for the weekend and it'll be before spring and Grandparent's return
though again, it'd be after we get back there so she generally will have to do -some- basic sifting herself and determining "oh hay all this is trash :VVVV"
so she gets to take what she likes of mine and I get to figure it out from here because she hates clothes shopping (not that I like it but I'm more willing to do it)
Pumpqueen Fall
I was trying to help her find her daily meds in her cell phone bag and we had a conversation that literally went like this. Moosey: Ugh I can't find it, there's all this stuff in here... Mom: I'm sorry but can you keep looking? I need to drive. Moosey: Hang on... is this... Mom there's a rock in your bag? Mom: Well it's a very pretty rock.
Mom: This is your best cord? CC: Yeah, but it's too short unless you let me plug it in to the left [where she is scared she'll trip on it 24/7] Mom: Can I have it? CC: absolutely fucking not Mom: I understand why you're saying that- CC: No. Mom: But what if I just- CC: No
So my Mom apparently(???) was kicking dad off the bed because she's fucking nuts and this is reason number 1 I said I would rather share a bed with Moosey than Mom but who knows if Dad is just being stupid/autistic and assholery or whatever
I don't know, I just said flat out "Not only am I not a marriage counselor, but even if I was, I wouldn't take you on as clients because you're my parents. I cannot solve this for you. seek professional help"
And I'd love to just be like "woohoo go be there you jackass so I can do what I want since I have 3 hours before sleep" but it's not like I can instead, I have to deal with trying to tune out Mom's nueroses??? sooooo either way just stay in bed asshole?
Why does she have rocks in her jacet pocket? Why is she putting on her jacket to look for something in the house? I assume she's looking for car keys because she lost the thing necessary and
a character of mine has similar traits. "People write characters as reflections of themselves" No. Hell no. If my character was a real person I'd be nowhere near them
CC: No
Dad: D:< Do it
CC: do it yourself
Dad: Mom made me put the laptop away
CC: I'm tired
Dad: You just got up
CC: yeaaaaaaah you noticed -_-'
Dad: How do I get 5 6 sideds?
CC: You don't. You do 1-6 5 times good luck
Dad: THAT'S HARD
CC: Now you get it
Moosey: Ugh I can't find it, there's all this stuff in here...
Mom: I'm sorry but can you keep looking? I need to drive.
Moosey: Hang on... is this... Mom there's a rock in your bag?
Mom: Well it's a very pretty rock.
CC: Yeah, but it's too short unless you let me plug it in to the left [where she is scared she'll trip on it 24/7]
Mom: Can I have it?
CC: absolutely fucking not
Mom: I understand why you're saying that-
CC: No.
Mom: But what if I just-
CC: No
"People write characters as reflections of themselves"
No. Hell no. If my character was a real person I'd be nowhere near them