October 18th, 2005lesson learned
Never, ever, ever think you can work at home when your parents are visiting.
Mother of god.
I am in my guestroom/office, holed up with both my cats (as they don’t like anyone but me), desperately attempting to work.
I kept getting interrupted with questions, etc., so I finally made it perfectly clear that I need to work uninterrupted.
They are in my kitchen, all of ten feet from me (the doors are shut), having decided to REARRANGE my kitchen furniture… because they think it will be better.
I liked my kitchen.
They are now talking to each other re: a) I haven’t cleaned my vacuum cleaner in ages (according to my mom), and I must have an entire cat in there, and b) arguing about where the best place is to put my microwave.
Kill me.
I must be psychic, didn’t I predict an argument? The argument is coming soon. GO POP SOME POPCORN! I can’t wait….
Comment by Augustus — October 18, 2005 @ 12:24 pm
Can’t live with ’em, can’t shoot ’em, ay? i’m lucky – when my mom comes to visit the worst i have to deal with is her washing the dishes and do the ironing. yeah, i know, its hard 😉
Comment by Terri — October 18, 2005 @ 1:42 pm
Shut up Augie. 😛 This isn’t funny. Grrr
Terri.. I can’t shoot them? Are you sure? Self defense and all… 😉
Comment by the insider — October 18, 2005 @ 1:49 pm
Just let them do whatever the fuck they want. It’ll only take you a day to sort it out after they leave and if you just let them have their fun and don’t stress out about it, it’ll save years off the back end of your life.
Comment by Grampa — October 18, 2005 @ 2:18 pm
If you think it’s all fine and dandy, then I’ll send them to visit you.
See, it’s less the doing and more the comments that go along with the doing.
Comment by the insider — October 18, 2005 @ 2:21 pm
But I tend to agree with Grampa here: I’ve found that letting my parents put the microwave wherever was a much better solution than bickering with them. And as long as the microwave returns to its real place, the one it feels best in, as the goodbye tears are not even dry, all is good with the world.
Yeah, all right, a bit drunk.
Comment by anne — October 18, 2005 @ 4:38 pm
oh, see mine tell me i should rearrange stuff… and tell me what i should buy, and then they lecture me on money, and i’m like, “wait, i work so i can spend 2 bucks on a freaking disposable pepper mill that comes with the fucking pepper already, it’s not like i’m asking you for 2 goddamn dollars to pay for my cracked pepper habit.” oh and when i say ‘mine’ as in my parents, i really mean my stepdad. i would have killed him already if my mom didn’t seem to like the fat bastard…
Comment by wendykat — October 18, 2005 @ 4:59 pm
Anne… I know, I know. But the muttering… for the love of god. And can I get drunk, too? Please.
Wendy… Oh you need to drink too. My mom first says, “I know you know how to be good with money… but you shouldn’t spend so much,” then she says, “how come you haven’t bought a new vacuum cleaner?” and “your dryer is broken and you need a new one.. why haven’t you done that?” OK, a) my dryer isn’t broken and it’s a portable. It costs a lot, and it just takes awhile to dry and b) I already have a vacuum cleaner that works just fine, damn it.
ARGH.
Comment by the insider — October 18, 2005 @ 5:02 pm
What the fuck is a portable dryer?
Comment by Grampa — October 18, 2005 @ 5:38 pm
a hair dryer.
Comment by wendykat — October 18, 2005 @ 5:49 pm
hehehe.. and a clothes line.
Comment by wendykat — October 18, 2005 @ 5:49 pm
It’s a portable clothes dryer, lol. It looks like a regular one, but it’s a bit smaller and it vents out the window. Here. Note the insane price. I got mine off Craigslist, with the portable washer, for $400. Yeah baby.
Wendy.. cute. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 18, 2005 @ 5:55 pm