Look, we made to day 7! In the scheme of things though, it has gone pretty slowly considering there are STILL 54 days to go. The mum told me yesterday she intends to find a dance school while she is here to maintain her ballroom dancing skills which basically means she's going to leave her son with me while she goes gallavanting in some decrepid church hall somewhere. When I complained to my dad about it he shouted - "Atleast you have work, it's not like you have to look after him!".."Actually," I tell him "It's on a Saturday, when YOU'RE at work". Considering she is only here for a month, is it really necessary for her to go dancing? Can't she wait til she goes back home? When I go on holiday, i don't think: "Shit, I better go and find an architectural practice to maintain my CAD skills". And actually, the same goes for email. As I said before, on the first day that she arrived, she wanted to check her email. There have been times when I've been on holiday for 2 months where i didn't even set foot near a computer. I seriously don't know what her problem is. If she wanted to work, she should have brought her own laptop over.
And my dad is seriously annoying me. When I complain, I want someone who replies. It doesn't matter if it's in agreeance with what I'm saying or whether they are completely against it, I want some sort of response and opinion. Usually, my dad is the first to bitch back but lately, he just keeps quiet like he's not even acknowledging what I'm saying. It's annoying. I think it's because he wants to protect them but at the same time, he sort of agrees with my complaints and therefore decides that it's better to keep quiet instead. Also i bitch and moan about them behind their back, but I am never rude in front of their faces - as I said in a previous blog, my mother could never tolerate people being inconsiderate and I am the same - but my dad now seems to have developed a problem with this as well! Yesterday he shouted at me for complaining and then said - oh you never say that to their faces. And I was like: Surely that's a GOOD thing??? Or do you want me to be a complete bastard to their faces as well. I don't mind either way.
All this time that I've been complaining about the criminal and his mother, I completely forgot to complain about his father. He hasn't called ONCE this week to see if his son is alright, or to say - oh I don't know - THANKS to us for harbouring his criminal? With parents like them, it's no wonder he turned out a criminal. And they just SO uncouth. They don't wait until everyone has sat down at the table before eating, they burp and fart whenever they feel like it AND the criminal says completely inappropriate things in the company of our friends and swears like a sailor. They're an embarrassment. I really wish they didn't share out surname. It's funny because actually the mum wanted to send the criminal to my school but didn't manage to get in (well, we're assuming/hoping). If he had managed to get in, my good name would have been completely pulled through the mud.
Mwanwhile, my brother has been blissfully unaware of our troubles at home. He's at uni where he's apparently "very busy" - Whatever.
