Counting Down the Days….
12. It’s realistically 12. Optimistically, it may be as little as 11 and as a fantasy, maybe even 10. NO, NO, NO!!!! Not THAT. I’m talking about the number of days until I am once again living in my own house.
12…11…10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…YAHOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve been good. You gotta admit it. 3 whole months in Daddy dearest’s home I have complained very little. Instead of complaining, I have:
1. Eaten the exact same 4 meals over and over ad nauseum. Ham steak, lamb chops, pre-cooked chicken breasts, steak. Pick any one or two of the following side dishes: canned peas, canned baked beans, canned green beans, canned german potato salad, canned applesauce, canned mixed veggies or the occasional sweet potato. Never mind that I dislike lamb, prefer steak at most twice a year and detest pre-cooked chicken breasts. Really never mind that I am not a big fan of veggies at all, but when I do have them I’d rather eat FRESH!!
2. Watched the history channel until I dream of WW II in my sleep.
3. Bitten my tongue nearly off on an average of once per day.
4. Honed my refereeing skills to an edge that would do an NBA official proud as I keep my daughter and father, if not content, then not openly at war.
5. Entertained individuals that, during my “normal” life I would be hard pressed to even say hello to.
6. Inhaled fumes from (and used) cleaning products so toxic that I believe that have actually been made illegal.
7. Tolerated curfews and restrictions on where I go, with whom and for how long that are roughly equal to those that I endured as a teenager.
8. Shouldered at least some part of the blame for each and every negative occurrence of any kind. (including the fact that my dog does, in fact, pee. At least it’s on the grass and not on the carpet!!)
9. Devotedly hung on every word of every lecture, pronouncement and dictum issued.
10. Made the bed every stinking day! (You gotta know me – this is a WORLD’s record)
11. Listened, without comment, to every racist, fearful slur imagineable.
12. Re-listened (and re-listened and re-listened) to every anecdote ever told.
13. Cheerfully accepted sand-paper texture towels dried on the clothesline rather than in the dryer.
14. Developed a new mantra… “all things are temporary…”
The list goes on, but these are the high points. Don’t get me wrong – I am SO very grateful to my father for the enormous amount of help he is giving me. I truly am. Without his help, Chickie and I might be living out of a cardboard box under a bridge right about now. I am truly grateful for the help! But it has been a LONG 3 months. I’m sure Dad feels the same!!!
At the end of the day, it all comes down to this…. I got DIVORCED twice over essentially the same issues!!!
Count with me now, as I struggle to hold on to the remaining threads of my sanity in these last few days…
12…11…10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…YAHOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hours go by so much quicker. 12 days would be about 288 hours. And, an hour from now, it will only be 287. Congratulations on your endurance. You are quite the trooper. 🙂
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go you!
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Counting down the days with you, I’m not sure I would make it living with my dad! LOL 🙂
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:: chuckle :: the line about divorce cracked me up… only once have i tried what you have achieved (coming back home)… you were much better than I was at it. i pride myself that no one actually died. what’s a broken bone in the family right?
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And not a moment too soon, eh?! ~:D ArtImp, nsi
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Understand totally about the History Channel hey do you have that dream about WWII where you dad is yelling at you to drop and give em 20? oh wait that was my dream the other night lol….I moved home because of two failed roommate situations isn’t that kinda like divorce? with out the lawyers??… and as far as the other things I’m right there with ya sister…..bust out “We are family got all ..
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my History channel sisters and me” falls on the floor in snorks of laughter and hands SW the remote….you try and change the channel and I’ll replace the “John Wayne” toliet paper yanno Rough Tough and Don’t take S**t off of nobody…… sighs with sympathy
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Except for the racist/bigoted slurs and lamb chops, your dad is MY dad! GAHH!!! I’m frightened for you. I really am. LOL!! You’re not psychotic yet, so that’s a good sign. You won’t need too much treatment after you move out. Just a little bit. That’s a good sign, too. You haven’t resorted to sitting on the front lawn/on the bottom stair bawling hysterically yet…Oh wait, that was me….
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Isn’t that the routine you grew up by? It was meat & potatoes for me also, which is still great food, but my German-Hungarian wife brought other stuff in that was just as tasty
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Wow, it’s been too long since I read an entry of yours. Glad to see your still kickin- and that your Dad is as well (each in ur own way). 🙂 Congrats on being back in ur own place (almost)!!
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heh WOOHOOO!! YIPPY WHOOPERS AND HOOPY LOOPS!! *grin*
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You do rock! YAHOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Lots of light and thanks for the message! 🙂 Love
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Address required urgently of Daddy’s house. I wish to despatch Muriel and Pino there as they are salivating over the ham steaks etc. Pino in opera is like Jack Nicholson with a raspier voice than usual. Not too good at 4am. Perhaps Daddy may like the pair…Thank you for all your notes!! Alexias
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Well, now, won’t that be a treat!! When’s the housewarming party? *grin*
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Yes, I used to go by another diary name (actually had a few over the last few years) and you were kind enough to visit from time to time leaving words of encouragement. I think you would recognize the old name(s) but I’m just reading and noting for a time- not sure how long though so I won’t share the old handle.
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Yahhhhooooooooooooo, SW!!! Ima countin’ wichya!! (grin) Life with parents has to be hell..It’s a written down rule..somewhere!! Do you wonder if our kids will say the same stuff about us?? *thinkin’* Nah..we’re too wonderful;)) *HUGS*
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Hang on, hon. You can do it. Just keep thinking about that wonderful new place for you where you can eat what you want, not listen to the 101st rendition of how so-n-so met Uncle Who-sit, and live without being told how everything is your fault.
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RYN: I send you and Chickie healing and light Open day! Love,
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I think you are handling things really well…and must say that I doubt I could go home and live with dad now regardless of how much I love him…chuckling at the thought…I would forget how to act as the dutiful daughter now…I think you have given him a real gift though sharing your time with him…huggles you warmly
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*****Hey,hey….ROFLMAO*****What a great entry…I admire you for all you’ve put up with and am amazed at your ability to rise above grating situations and see the light at the end of the tunnel.Yeah You! Counting down the days w/ ya…((((((Great big supportive hugs))))) Have a good day and keep that sense of humor up!
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RYN. The job situation is looking a bit brighter…. I’ve gotten several responses to my online resume posting…but other then that just pluggin along at the other…the worst part is finding something to do with my time after 6pm lol…..not use to being off at that time….I think I’ve got the cleanest laundry and house in the neighborhood lol
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When I think about ever moving back in with my Dad, major appliance crates start looking very good. Congrats on the upcoming parole, I’m sure it’s well deserved… -Jeff
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RYN: Because I wrote and saved it as private and then released it, just like the one that will turn up tomorrow. *grin* The Unsigned Watcher
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Gee you the Watcher and I all online at the same time…wonder if there is a chat room somewhere lol…just missing Harley lol
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*LOL* You’re a nut. 🙂
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LOL! When I was about fifteen. and feeling sullen because my dad wouldn’t let me go somewhere, I said, “Well, When I’m eighteen, I can do what I want!” He shot back, “As long as you live in MY house, young lady, you’ll do what I say, even if you’re FORTY!” Yikes! Guess dads *REALLY MEAN IT* when they say that stuff!
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Nine more days?
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You have run into the elderly parent syndrome haha. At least your not eatin dog food, as some senior citizens do for lack of funds. {:o)
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i would have gone crazy under those circumstances, you are one strong person to hold up the side of calm..
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Can you still borrow the car? 544-1005~creek, nsi
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roflmao. I should have read the entry before I left the note. I offer hospice from parentally induced insanity. But as in real life, nothing comes without a price. You gotta talk daddy into letting you borrow the car, and understand you will be back, but you just don’t know if it’ll be 2,3, 5 …or a few more hours. Oh, and assure him we won’t drink and drive!!! creek, over and out. 😉
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hehe… living under the same roof w/parents (or any other family member) can be a challenge.. you done good, SW 🙂
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