Pushover
Made of Win and Awesome
Son of a...Sorry, but I really need to rant.
So, the last week has been absolute hell. I finally get a moment to myself to actually come on JUB. Here's the dish:
My sister and her family have had to move into our home; our three bedroom home. That's my mother, father and me, in addition to my sister, her husband, and her two children. All in one house. Now, let me tell you about them.
My sister is the closest thing to a compulsive liar without actually being one. She's actually very smart, but she makes bad choices, particularly when it comes to men and especially when it comes to money. Beyond that she's quite nice, except she has a very opinionated personality.
Her husband is a dumbass. He spends a minimum of 10-12 hours online playing games when he should be going out and getting himself a job. He went to the DMV earlier to try and get his driver's license back after he lost it due to legal issues, but didn't want to wait in line for an hour so he came home and says he'll do it tomorrow. He also yells at his children and my sister; no, not violently or rudely, just he likes to yell and be heard and thinks of himself as a voice of reason in my sister's life and likes to think he's authoritative. Oh, he also has two other children other than the one he has with my sister, in which he owes several thousand dollars in child support.
Then there's my two nephews.
One is five. He talks constantly. I mean constantly; nonstop; insistantly; obnixiously. I know children are naturally inquisitive and ask a lot of questions, but he takes it to another extreme entirely. On top of that, we think he has ADD, so he's hyper all the time and it takes him a couple hours to get to bed and stop talking, which keeps the other child up. He is also the son of another man my mother knew, who is now a deadbeat and nobody has seen him since the child was born.
Yes, the other child, which is the product of both these defective parants. Whom I have nicknamed the antichrist.
He's in his terrible twos. Yeah, you don't even need me to explain what a two-year old is like but I will anyway. He cries just about 5-6 hours a day and pitches fits. And when I say he pitches a fit, I mean he yells and screams, kicks his feet on the floor, destroys everything near him (he knocked a lamp over earlier), and becomes physically abusive, including biting and spiting. He doesn't eat dinner, but he constantly asks for snacks all day long, which his asinine father often obliges, then yells at him for not eating his dinner, which makes him throw another fit.
I know two-year olds are in that phase where they're becoming independant, but goodness gracious I'm about three inches from picking up a flip flop and handing it to his father so he can keep smacking him until he stops screaming.
My one cat has gone into hiding and only come sout at night because the children terrorize her, while the other cat appears to be mildly amused at these two annoying children and takes swipes at them if they get too close just to see them run and cry. I swear it's the truth.
Oh, yes. This husband of hers has two other children I mentioned earlier. One is 15 and lives with his mother somewhere in Canada. The other is four. Yes, you guessed it, she has visitation rights which this man must follow by law, which mean she gets to spend a whole week out of each month with him...with us. So, it becomes 3 bratty children in the house instead of 2.
My mother is totally beside herself. She loves the children to death, but she just started losing weight, and I have the feeling she'll just put it back on sooner than late. My parents have been having trouble in their marraige recently, and I believe this will either seperate them or make them bitter old crows. My father has the temper fuse of about half an inch. He's getting grumpier by the day.
oh, and did I meantion they're going to be staying here for two months?
/rant
So, the last week has been absolute hell. I finally get a moment to myself to actually come on JUB. Here's the dish:
My sister and her family have had to move into our home; our three bedroom home. That's my mother, father and me, in addition to my sister, her husband, and her two children. All in one house. Now, let me tell you about them.
My sister is the closest thing to a compulsive liar without actually being one. She's actually very smart, but she makes bad choices, particularly when it comes to men and especially when it comes to money. Beyond that she's quite nice, except she has a very opinionated personality.
Her husband is a dumbass. He spends a minimum of 10-12 hours online playing games when he should be going out and getting himself a job. He went to the DMV earlier to try and get his driver's license back after he lost it due to legal issues, but didn't want to wait in line for an hour so he came home and says he'll do it tomorrow. He also yells at his children and my sister; no, not violently or rudely, just he likes to yell and be heard and thinks of himself as a voice of reason in my sister's life and likes to think he's authoritative. Oh, he also has two other children other than the one he has with my sister, in which he owes several thousand dollars in child support.
Then there's my two nephews.
One is five. He talks constantly. I mean constantly; nonstop; insistantly; obnixiously. I know children are naturally inquisitive and ask a lot of questions, but he takes it to another extreme entirely. On top of that, we think he has ADD, so he's hyper all the time and it takes him a couple hours to get to bed and stop talking, which keeps the other child up. He is also the son of another man my mother knew, who is now a deadbeat and nobody has seen him since the child was born.
Yes, the other child, which is the product of both these defective parants. Whom I have nicknamed the antichrist.
He's in his terrible twos. Yeah, you don't even need me to explain what a two-year old is like but I will anyway. He cries just about 5-6 hours a day and pitches fits. And when I say he pitches a fit, I mean he yells and screams, kicks his feet on the floor, destroys everything near him (he knocked a lamp over earlier), and becomes physically abusive, including biting and spiting. He doesn't eat dinner, but he constantly asks for snacks all day long, which his asinine father often obliges, then yells at him for not eating his dinner, which makes him throw another fit.
I know two-year olds are in that phase where they're becoming independant, but goodness gracious I'm about three inches from picking up a flip flop and handing it to his father so he can keep smacking him until he stops screaming.
My one cat has gone into hiding and only come sout at night because the children terrorize her, while the other cat appears to be mildly amused at these two annoying children and takes swipes at them if they get too close just to see them run and cry. I swear it's the truth.
Oh, yes. This husband of hers has two other children I mentioned earlier. One is 15 and lives with his mother somewhere in Canada. The other is four. Yes, you guessed it, she has visitation rights which this man must follow by law, which mean she gets to spend a whole week out of each month with him...with us. So, it becomes 3 bratty children in the house instead of 2.
My mother is totally beside herself. She loves the children to death, but she just started losing weight, and I have the feeling she'll just put it back on sooner than late. My parents have been having trouble in their marraige recently, and I believe this will either seperate them or make them bitter old crows. My father has the temper fuse of about half an inch. He's getting grumpier by the day.
oh, and did I meantion they're going to be staying here for two months?
/rant
