I need to vent. Like bad.

For the passed, I wanna say three weeks, I've been forced to help maintenance our family home. My parent wake me up early in the morning then I not let me sleep til about 5 just to do it all over again. I wouldn't complain if this was something simple but I mean the whole fucking house needs to be fixed before it gets inspected for some kind of financing. Now we've been in this house for roughly a year and a half. The repairs that we are doing have needed to be done since we got the house, BUT my parents have been putting in off and putting it off for stupid ass reasons. All of a sudden something happens and mom gets this weird deal and all the issues in the house (AND ITS NOT A FUCKING FEW THINGS) have to be fixed in half a week before the inspector came.

Dad was sooooo sure we could do it, then he started RE-seeing all the shit that was wrong that he pointed out when we first moved in. The bathroom ceiling is leaking, the kitchen walls need to be sanded down and painted (TO MY MOTHERS PREFERENCE OF COURSE. God forbid we put our ideas in...) All the wires in the living room need to be hidden, my parents bedroom needs complete overhaul (and its fucking huge) wall ports have to be replaced, furniture need to be thrown out and better shit has to be bought. Ya know just to name a few things wrong with the house. (THERE IS SO MUCH MORE FUCKING WRONG!) And we had less then a week.

Dad gets the bright idea to hire the one Spanish dude in Florida that does a shit job at being a handyman(HE ADVERTISING HIMSELF AS THE BEST. YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!) and he screws shit up more. So dad has to postpone the inspection for the next week. Oh Joy. Did I mention that most of my family works during the day leaving just me and dad to work on a five bedroom two bath home with a large ass living room? No? well now i did. My dad is stressing out because he has all this work to do and so little time and help. Yeah I can help, but I can only do so much seeing as I do not have the know how or strength to do a lot of what he needs. So a week passes and we get SOME of the stuff done, but we are in the middle of renovating the entire guest bathroom when the reschedule inspection rolls around. Dad has to reschedule yet again because the house looks worse then when we started.

I should have mentioned this earlier but my mother is a hoarder. and I mean anything and everything. SO we have to figure out where to put all her shit while this inspection happens. Dad rents a storage unit on top of the one we already have, plus the little hut out back, the side room, and now even the attic. YES SHE HAS THAT MUCH CRAP!!!!! Drives me fucking psycho.

Eventually we get help from the family. My awesome cousin who swoops in from the fucking sky and completes about half of the projects we needed. Then my aunt who crawled from her home in god knows where who helped me clean up after each project and helped me do touch ups. Needless to say. I cannot thank them enough I really can't. They stood in for my mother (ms-hoards-a-lot) and my brother(Who needs to just stop having a dick) who love to go straight to bed when they get home instead of helping me and my father. THEN complain the house looks like shit. Lovely aren't they?

Needless to say tomorrow is the inspection and I still have several hours of quick cleans and fixes to do before we get that knock on our door. I've endured three weeks of little sleep, painful labor, and pissy fucking attitudes. ALL I FUCKING WANT IS MY HAIR CUT!!! That's all I want out of this. ONE. FUCKING. HAIRCUT. If I'm denied this because I can't leave the house for some small reason I think I'll scream. I deserve at least this. This one small thing. Fuck I think I deserve to get it colored while I'm at it, but I'm DREAMING if I think that will actually happen.

Now I'm sitting in my room typing this vent (Totally helping btw) when I should be sleeping, cause I have to get up ingodly early before the inspector comes.I want to sob because my feet hurt (Both by standing on and being hit by things) and my body aches in ways I wasn't sure possible before. Im gonna attempt to lay in my bed and stare vacantly at the ceiling until I eventually drift off.

GOOD NIGHT!! (hopefully...)