I checked my archives and the last time my mother and sister slept over here was March 29th – two weeks ago.
I am getting tired of this! This is not a freakin’ hotel! They stay here because Mom doesn’t like walking in their neighborhood at night and she finished my hair too late. And whose fault is it that they live in a bad area in the first place?
And, of course, they don’t think it’s a big deal. They’re not the ones having their apartment used as a darn hotel! The year is not even half-over and already, they’ve spent the night more than twice. I still haven’t forgotten the two weeks during my winter break and the month of January. My uncle might not even come back tonight because they’re here and I don’t blame him. It is too cramped!
Not to mention my sister has been hogging my uncle’s netbook since they came here and we only have one plug, so I don’t want to use my laptop.
This night cannot go quick enough! They have no consideration for my needs and space. The reason they move so much is they can’t get along with neighbors. Gee, I wonder why? You can’t cramp three people into a small room and expect no complaining. You just can’t.
This is the last time they’re staying here because this is getting ridiculous. You’d think twenty-two years and two kids later, my mom would figure out how to plan ahead and learn from her mistakes. Obviously not.