Mini vent just to get this stuff out of my head so I can try to stop worrying over this.

Anna and Gavin were over since my Dad was babysitting them, they're the kids of his girlfriend's daughter. Most of the time was fine. Gavin was just being Gavin by trying to get into everything and us, and by an extension me, making sure he didn't get himself hurt by trying to plug things into the wall sockets or stick his own fingers in there.

Dinner came and past. I blocked off the hallway with the long chair I was sitting in; though I didn't do it right, it was fine at the time. Dinner itself was very bad, just to state it. After dinner was nap time. Gavin got put down, though he didn't really sleep, but Anna was put down and she actually slept on the couch.

After awhile my Dad got Gavin to change his diaper and see if he would go back to sleep. Nope. So I was told to put my chair in the hall to keep him out. I did it wrong, but it was fine at the time. Up until I noticed Gavin grabbed my open soda from beside me. This was stupid me forgetting for a moment it was there. He tilted it and gave it to my Dad as I was turning to take/warn my Dad.. The soda ended up spelling some on the couch and my Dad. Thus is where, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel's back.

I got snapped at for leaving the can where Gavin could get it. Yelled at for having the couch the wrong way since Gavin could climb over it. My bad on misunderstanding. I wasn't told, the first time I did it, that I had left it there the wrong way. After that I was pretty much called useless. Told that the whole reason I was up here to change. This continued with being told I was still doing the same-old stuff that I had been doing down there. Pretty much told to go to my room while him growling about taking care of three two year olds; actual Anna/Gavin ages varying, but beside the point.

He continues going on, as I'm grabbing a book I was reading and moving the couch to get past myself, to say things I don't do. I don't clean, I don't do the dishes, I don't do anything. This, of course, is a lie. I've done on and off cleaning and I have done dishes. Not like I was going to try and tell him that in that mood. It never fairs well for me.

To add to the fact he asked if I had done any more applications, going on saying that they were not going to be done themselves. In my defense, excuse or not, I don't know this place as well as him. And I haven't seen any applications he apparently picked up around on the counters when I last looked.

He also asked if I had called Walmart or Wendy's. Mind you I called Monday, but he seems to of forgotten that. I can't blame him for that since he wasn't in a great mood. Accumulation and all that.

An overall unpleasant time that mostly ended with him telling me I've got a week to find a job or I'd be flying right back down to Florida. Its... not something I'm quite sure of. I know we can't exactly afford that. It was still an unpleasant threat.

I did and am currently in my room typing all of this up. As I said it was just for me to feel better and get out of the funk that he put me in. Currently things are a little better. Anna is sleeping, Dad and Gavin are playing, and Dad is a bit better now. He just needed time to calm down.

Still... the Fatman, what I and nearly everyone else calls him, is really an unpleasant guy to cross. At the same time, I feel bad when something, like my little sister Skye being unhappy, breaks his heart.

I'm getting off topic now. Least saying all of this has given me time to calm down and relax. I should probably get some stuff done. I say I should, but if I do is something completely different.

...and as I type this last sentence, Anna and Gavin are being picked up. Time to learn, eventually, if I'll end up having a decent conversation, get yelled at, or just leave the whole thing behind.

Good or bad, I'm out for now.