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15 years ago
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I don't even know where to start.
Last week, got back to a house that was robbed, very uncooperative weather to do yard work of any sort and a list of beyond reasonable demands.
Then I went to the land of Wisconsin for preplanned vacationing (my one real get away a year) and had a great time. Got back, had my day to recover after traveling. (After 2009's Greyhound bus fiasco, I'm fairly traumatized/panicky about traveling solo)
And then I woke up to what I thought was a nightmare. There was a note on my door 'Please have the old pool spot ready' from my mother. Underlining hers. I genuinely thought this was a nightmare so I went back to bed.
Wake up this afternoon and the note is legit.
I've spent the better part of 3 months on and off, trying to finish a massive two week 3-5 person casual job of building a new foundation for my Mother's pool (which she was supposed to help with, but she's always conveniently fucked off to do other things in the yard)
And now she wants me to scrap it to satisfy her impulsive urge of buying another $300 instant pool kit (on top of her $600 pool kit)
I've never been one for massive over reactions, but I wound up having to take a lorazepam to get calm down after witnessing the clusterfuck the back yard has become.
So to wrap this up, I'm now in blitz mode to find a way to pay more monthly rent to get out of dealing with my mother's half assed impulsive ideas.
Cheers
Last week, got back to a house that was robbed, very uncooperative weather to do yard work of any sort and a list of beyond reasonable demands.
Then I went to the land of Wisconsin for preplanned vacationing (my one real get away a year) and had a great time. Got back, had my day to recover after traveling. (After 2009's Greyhound bus fiasco, I'm fairly traumatized/panicky about traveling solo)
And then I woke up to what I thought was a nightmare. There was a note on my door 'Please have the old pool spot ready' from my mother. Underlining hers. I genuinely thought this was a nightmare so I went back to bed.
Wake up this afternoon and the note is legit.
I've spent the better part of 3 months on and off, trying to finish a massive two week 3-5 person casual job of building a new foundation for my Mother's pool (which she was supposed to help with, but she's always conveniently fucked off to do other things in the yard)
And now she wants me to scrap it to satisfy her impulsive urge of buying another $300 instant pool kit (on top of her $600 pool kit)
I've never been one for massive over reactions, but I wound up having to take a lorazepam to get calm down after witnessing the clusterfuck the back yard has become.
So to wrap this up, I'm now in blitz mode to find a way to pay more monthly rent to get out of dealing with my mother's half assed impulsive ideas.
Cheers
