Thursday, May 27, 2010

Just a thought...

I remember very clearly that when I was 8 years old, I told my parents that as soon as I turned 18, I would go and live on my own. That dream was quickly shattered by their lecturing the financial costs that my dream would require. But in the end, I guess it did happen, since I had to move to another city to continue on with my post secondary education.

After 8 months of freedom and responsibilities, I am now back at home until school starts again. It's incredibly hard to adjust your lifestyle that just consisted of yourself to one that now has 3 extra people. Now you have people eating your food, taking your clothes, bothering you, and so on. On top of that, my parents decided to leave for a 6 week vacation, and left me with my 16 year old sister. When I used to babysit, I was told that age 2 was the worst, thus the saying the "terrible twos." However, I actually think 16 is way worst. At least when they're 2, you have control over them. But with 16, you have deal with their attitude. So not only do I have to be the house maid, I also have to deal her awful attitude and so called "logical" arguments. I can say that since my parents left, I have not done through a day without a headache. 

When I lived with my roommate, I use to get slight agitated when they didn't clean up their messes. I'm a firm believer in "you make the mess, you clean it." But compared the sister, my roommates dont stand a chance. She has the nerves to leave dirty bowls and plates in bedroom for 5 days before taking it downstairs and leaving it in the sink for another 3. Although I force her to was her own dishes, she only does so when her side of sink is so full that you can't put another item in it. Don't get me started on her invasion of every room except mine in the house...

I've survived for 5 weeks, there's only 7 more days. I feel that I'm an elastic stretched to its limit. Hopefully I wont snap in the remainder week. 

At least dinner was good :) 
 Nothing like a nice salad with homemade honey garlic drumsticks!

I'm in the midst of deciding if I should meet J downtown tomorrow (and perhaps go a little early to do some retail therapy) or if I should meet him at the station up here. Hmm....

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