Today and yesterday, and seemingly countless days before this, I have been stuck with housesitting at my parents. There’s been robberies almost daily in their neighbourhood, which is a typical sidewalk suburb of Tampa. Nice place, until now, it seems.

So while my mum goes to work 3 days a week, she asks either me or Wade to drive down there and sit in the house, to prevent robbery. I don’t mind doing such things for my parents, for the most part. It just irritates me that I don’t think they, or my mother in particular, realizes how much it fucks up my day, my whole week for me to do this. They live 20 miles away, so if I spend 3 days there a week, thats half a tank of gas, or twenty dollars, twenty dollars that I desperately need to put together my car payment. On top of that, she also seems to think that since I’m there, shit, I’ll do household chores. Why can’t I unload the dishwasher? Why can’t I put up Xmas decorations? Can you take out the recycling?

This is when I get up at 6am to get there for 7am so I can sit with my little sister while shes home alone. She has to leave for school at 8:20 A.M, while everyone else is gone by 7:30.

Now my parents have a security system. Ah, I’m off the hook, you say? Nope. Gotta go over there and wait for packages from UPS and FedEx, Xmas presents for me and Wade my mum got us, and make sure they don’t get stolen off the front porch.

I’m not really irritated with my mother, or my father, or anyone. I’m just plain irritated. If I didn’t want to do it, I’d have said no, but then my mother would have given me the silent treatment for my betrayal for at least two weeks. No, I don’t mind helping out. I just mind having to stay there from 7am to 3pm and DO NOTHING. The only thing I can accomplish is laundry. I can’t clean my apartment, make deposits at my local bank, go Xmas shopping, or anything. Today I cleaned up my mothers computer by deleting all the SHIT she had on it, and then when I talked to her this evening she sounded irritated because a Yahoo toolbar somehow got installed in the process (don’t ask me, I think her computer is fucked.)

This week we both knew I was coming over on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, because those are the days she works and wants someone there. As it happens, the packages have been refreshed online and now appear to be showing up tomorrow. Of course. So I have to be there. Then she asked me if I was going to be there on Thursday. Fucking no. “Well, why not?” (Her tone was entirely self righteous) When I really wanted to say “Because I don’t fucking want to, and I did three days in a row of tedious bullshit for NOTHING”, I told her that I have an appointment at the dealership for 10Am, so I can’t. Which is true. But its still irritating.

God, thinking about it just burns my ASS. Then I feel stupid and guilty for thinking this way because she’s my mum and she asked me for a favor, I said yes, its not her fault that being there for 8 hours sucks. Entirely.

Sigh. I don’t want to be irritated anymore. But I have to go out there tomorrow. I hope to God the packages show up at fucking 9am. Cos I am SO out of there as soon as they get there.

I have a million things to do, like, turn in Wade’s tags for his Jeep, go Christmas shopping, sell my books back, clean the shithole my apartment has become, fold the laundry, hang out with my boyfriend when he’s not hopped up on Vicodin, attempt at planning some kind of birthday celebration for myself, etc.

Speaking of my birthday. I’m not looking forward to it. Its going to be lame and sucky. And that sucks. Because I turn 21 on the 31st of December. This should be the ultimate birthday party. Its not going to be. And it makes me sad. I’ve sort of been looking forward to this birthday since I was like 17, knowing that because my birthday is on a sucky day, I’d have vengeance on my 21st. All would be well on my 21st. I’ll have a kickass party and will finally be all about me, getting drunk, dancing around like a drunk, and ending the night finding out what Long Island puke tastes like.

God, I’m whining, and I hate it when I whine.