Trip Like I Do

Are The Holidays Over Yet?

December 24th, 2007

Well, this last week at work wasn’t so bad. Personally, I felt like I hardly got anything done, but oh well. I swear I have a pile of stuff in my inbox that must be at least 3 inches high. I am pretty sure I am going to be able to clear all of that stuff out on Wednesday since I think I am going to be the only person in the office.

I went to a bunch of classes this week, so that’s partly why I feel like I didn’t really do anything this week. I don’t think I was as tired as I was last week, but I did sleep for 14 hours on Friday. Doh. Maybe I was. Oh well.

My biggest stress factor right now is cleaning up my house. My cousins always throw a party on holidays and this year they asked us if we could host it. I mean, they are going to be doing all of the cooking and stuff, we are just providing the place where everyone is going to meet. So, that doesn’t sound so bad right? Right? Let’s just say that I am really not known fo my housekeeping skills and I really let a lot of things go around the house this year. Plus, it doesn’t help that my Mom comes over to my side of the house everyday to watch TV and do whatever she does. She doesn’t really clean up after herself when she’s on my side and I can’t really do anything when she’s around since the place is pretty small and I would be disturbing her TV time.

I have slowly been working on the living room where the gathering is primarily going to take place, but now I’ve realized that in order for me to organize a lot of stuff, I really needed to clean out my bedroom, so I’ve been working on that for awhile now.

It was really difficult for me to throw a lot of my Grandma’s stuff out after she passed away, but I am pretty much over that now. I did get rid of most of her clothes months ago, but didn’t tackle the linens. Sheesh. She had so many orphan bedsheets and towels it isn’t even funny. I have already filled up 3 30 gallon trash bags full of crap and I am still not done.

My Mom actually did try to pitch in a little with cleaning by cleaning our outside patio. Of course it literally took her all day to sweep and mop, but at least it is something that I won’t have to do now.

I know I shouldn’t panic since I know I will get all of this done in time, but I am still freaking out a bit. I really should try to get to bed soon so I can get up early and work on the house some more and take a bunch of stuff down to Goodwill. But then I remember that I have another Christmas party to go to tomorrow evening and I freak out. I told the host that I had reservations about going because I do have to clean, but my Mom insisted on going and well, my Mom definitely needs a chaperon in public places nowadays.

Ugh, I am just getting so frustrated living with my Mom. The house we live in has 2 distinct sections. She has the “studio” area with a very large bathroom and wet bar area and I have the living room and a small bedroom. Her studio area is pretty large and can fit a bed, a couple of desks, a full sized couch and coffee table. But, she spends a lot of time on my side because her room is so filled with crap, she basically has 2 pathways going from her bed and desk to the hallway leading to her front and back door. She moved into that space almost 2 years ago, but she still hasn’t unpacked all of her stuff that she brought over from her apartment. Of course she couldn’t possible throw any of that stuff away because she “needs” it - if not now then later on when she gets to it.

What does that mean? It means that she spends a heck of a lot of time in my area because I have a TV hookup and space to actually do stuff. Super! I used to complain about my lack of privacy when my Grandma was around, but this is even worse. At least I knew why I had no privacy before, but now, it’s like my Mom doesn’t understand that just because I am living here, doesn’t mean that I want her around me 24/7.

She’s like a little child, she doesn’t understand that people need their space. I got so pissed off her at last week too. I started working again right, and so for some reason, she felt compelled to come over to my living room every morning about 10 or 15 minutes before I had to leave for the day. Yup, right at the time when you are the busiest getting ready to leave, she just had to come over with the premise that she wanted to watch the news. Oh bullfuckingshit. She just wanted to bother me. I did tell her not to come over since all she did was get in my way, so thankfully that stopped last week, but still. I shouldn’t have to explain that kind of crap to her, but she really doesn’t get it unless I do.

It’s like she expects me to be her best friend and want to spend all of my time with her or something and frankly, I don’t want to do either. I would love - absolutely love - to move out and get my own place, but that just isn’t going to happen anytime soon. I periodically check rentals in the metro area since I would pretty much need a car anywhere else on this island and well, I can rent a room for about $800 a month - a fucking room. Yea. I can’t afford that.

I just really wish she would clean up her fucking room and hook up the TV she bought 6 months ago so she wouldn’t bother me anymore. I’ve asked her if she wanted to switch sides with me and she said no. Probably because she knows that she has too much crap to move over.

She used to say that she was too busy with work and was therefore too tired to work on unpacking her stuff. Well, she’s now been retired for over a year and she still hasn’t unpacked all of her stuff. I really should just move back to the mainland.

Oh yea, Happy Fucking Holidays.

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