My mom has been sick for the past 3 weecks , but she went to work anyway. why? bcuz she works for her sister and she said she can't let her down. tonight she comes home barely able to stand on her own 2 feet. she went to the hospital with her bf (guess the bastard is good having around sometimes). she pucked a lot before she left and she was trembling and white as a sheet. i don't know what to expect. i'm afraid.
me and grandma have been up to our elbows in work. grandma coocked all day today. and still has some dishes to cook for tomorow. i ended up doing countless trips to the market and so on for all the supplies. and that's no easy task considering everyone has gone crazy and are just walking around like lunatics , not even looking where they're going. yesterday some bitch almost walked all over my litle cousin. wtf? can't she see he's just a kid? my back and arms are killing me from all the pounds i've carried so far. and i still have about half of the house to clean white. and tomorow i have to pick up my friend from the airport (that is if mom will be allright).
and all this for what? so i can stay around the table for 2 days , stuff my face with specific christmas food and say merry christmas? it's a damn waist of time and energy. and a part why mom was so exausted. the store is full non stop this time of year. she didn't get a brake . i don't know if she even got a chance to eat anything today. judging from what she pucked i'd say not. it was all liquid.
so we all are basically in over our heads with work and my aunt is just sitting at home. and grandma goes to defend her : "maybe she's cleaning". wel fuck , i have a house to clean too but i still broke my back , my arms and my nerves carrying all the meat and fruits and vegetables and god knows what else.
right now i'm pissed at my aunt and the whole concept of christmas in general , i'm in a huge amount of pain bcuz of my sprained muscles but most of all i'm worried about mom.
if i hear anyone tell me merry christmas i'm gonna tell them to go fuck themselves. i hate these stupid hollidays.
me and grandma have been up to our elbows in work. grandma coocked all day today. and still has some dishes to cook for tomorow. i ended up doing countless trips to the market and so on for all the supplies. and that's no easy task considering everyone has gone crazy and are just walking around like lunatics , not even looking where they're going. yesterday some bitch almost walked all over my litle cousin. wtf? can't she see he's just a kid? my back and arms are killing me from all the pounds i've carried so far. and i still have about half of the house to clean white. and tomorow i have to pick up my friend from the airport (that is if mom will be allright).
and all this for what? so i can stay around the table for 2 days , stuff my face with specific christmas food and say merry christmas? it's a damn waist of time and energy. and a part why mom was so exausted. the store is full non stop this time of year. she didn't get a brake . i don't know if she even got a chance to eat anything today. judging from what she pucked i'd say not. it was all liquid.
so we all are basically in over our heads with work and my aunt is just sitting at home. and grandma goes to defend her : "maybe she's cleaning". wel fuck , i have a house to clean too but i still broke my back , my arms and my nerves carrying all the meat and fruits and vegetables and god knows what else.
right now i'm pissed at my aunt and the whole concept of christmas in general , i'm in a huge amount of pain bcuz of my sprained muscles but most of all i'm worried about mom.
if i hear anyone tell me merry christmas i'm gonna tell them to go fuck themselves. i hate these stupid hollidays.
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