So I never did realize that it was possible to have a problem with no actual viable solution.
By viable, I mean solutions not consisting of any actions that would result in two things: clan ostracism or guilt-induced suicide. To this very minute I still feel horribly conflicted whenever I complain about this dilemma, particularly because I welcomed it with open arms in the first place.
They’re very nice people, and I love the kids to bits. It’s just that only when you’re all living under one roof and boundaries are crossed do you realize that maybe you don’t really love them as much as you initially thought. Little things pile up one after another and you don’t quite feel that fuzzy warmth inside as much as you used to.
It’s been six days, and I suppose I’m not the only one counting.
I’ve been a houseguest myself several times in the past, but I’ve never begged the host to sleep beside me, play with me all day or feed me healthy food. I get food and shelter and we’re all good. I don’t whine or wrestle my hosts into submission. Sure, I’m dumb at household chores, but I do try to make myself useful one way or another. At the very least, I am perfectly capable of shutting the hell up.
Kids are kids. I know. Patience is a virtue I can never hope to attain, and I’m not exactly mortified by that realization. There is, in fact, an end to my problem. The end, however, is 10,000 dog years away. Again, I’m not patient.
What frustrates me most is the fact that I can’t do anything to help my mom, who’s pretty much taking the brunt of it. When my mom’s temper flares, my first instinct is always to do away with whatever’s making her angry (no, I have not committed murders … yet). This time, though, there’s really nothing I can do. It’s also the first time that I’ve taken my mom’s side and blasted my dad for being so insensitive and unsympathetic. Oh well. There really is a first for everything.
They say stop worrying about problems you can’t solve. Wise words to live by, until you realize your problem’s sleeping right next door.
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The real reason I’m so pissed is because I can’t play my guitar in peace. There.
August 13th, 2007 at 9:49 pm
Ah, kids. I love my cousins but I’m glad they’re all grown up, because if we lived under one roof, we might end up killing each other.
August 14th, 2007 at 10:22 am
pretty much. As a kid, though, I was always the geeky reader who was glad to be left alone. These kids, however, demand every speck of attention available in the house. If they would just sleep all day, we’d all get along fine.