Post by Tammy on Aug 17, 2006 11:23:25 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
Well here it is…Monday again. I can’t believe that I am up at 6am! I am 21 years old…I should be in bed until noon with a hangover. But instead I am up at the crack of dawn to shower and get my nephews ready for their day! Well …nothing new happening today. Same old routine that I have had for the past three years. I have to make breakfast for the boys and my dad. Hop in the shower, get dressed and get the boys off to school. Then over to the Pub for work until three. Then after work I have to pick up the boys from school…drop them of at Caroline’s…and then I’m off to college until 10 o’clock tonight! I often wonder why I write in this journal…every entry I write must be the same…because god knows…nothing in my life ever changes! Anyways I will write again soon!
I am in the kitchen making my father and nephews their breakfast. Nothing seems to be going right for me today…not that, that should be surprising to me. I have dropped at least two eggs on the floor, and burnt three pieces of toast. I feel like I am ready to cry out of frustration when I hear the angelic sounds of my nephews bounding down the stairs. “Mimi! Mimi!” How I love that little nickname that they have given me since the time that they could talk. They walk in and sit at the table. “Good morning Mimi!” Christian says to me. “Good morning Chris…how are you this morning?” “I’m great Mimi.” Christian is such a cutie… just looking at him brightens my day. He is 5 years old, the youngest of the two boys. He isn’t a very sentimental boy…he is tough as nails. Or at least he acts that way. He is just like his mother Sam. John, on the other hand, is very sentimental. He is a quiet and reserved 6 year old boy and he keeps to himself. He reminds me of…myself! I look at John who is sitting there studying his eggs intently, “Johnny…how are you this morning?” He looks up at me briefly and nods his head, “I’m fine.” He says quietly and then goes back to his eggs. Just then my father come in to get his breakfast, “Marlena…do you think you could wash some clothes today? I have no clean uniforms.” “Good morning to you too dad.” I mumble under my breath. “What was that?” He said to me with a upset look on his face. “Nothing dad. I will put a load of clothes in before I go to work. You will have to take them out and fold them when you get home from work though.” My father sits at the table and starts to eat, “You will have to fold them when you get home Marlena…I don’t know what time I will be home. I am going out with the guys after work.” I look at him with disbelief on my face barley able to keep the anger from my voice. “Dad! You are supposed to pick the boys up from Caroline’s after you get off work!” He drops his fork, “Excuse me…why is Caroline watching them? What are you going to be doing that is so important?” I am getting more upset by the minute. It is apparent to me that no one listens to me when I talk anymore. “Dad…I told you yesterday that I have class tonight!” Dad looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, “Well then…I guess you will have to figure out what to do with the boys then…because I have other plans!” I look at him with tears brimming in my eyes. I glance at the boys who are squirming in their seats. I can tell that they are getting very uncomfortable with our arguing. I glance at John who has the same tear filled expression on his face that I have on mine. “Boys…go upstairs and brush your teeth. Then get your stuff ready to go to school.” The boys look at me and nod and then run from the room. I picked up the breakfast plates. After I put them in the dishwasher I sit across the table from my father. “Dad…I need a little help around here.” He looks up from his paper, “I pay the bills…what more help do you need?” I sigh heavily, “Dad…when the boys came to live here three years ago I agreed to live here and help you. I didn’t say that I would raise them all by myself! Between the boys, and work and school…not to mention the crap I have to put up with when it comes to mom and Sam…I am going to have a breakdown!” My father looked at me and laughed, “Marlena…for crying out loud…quit being such a drama queen. Don’t you have to get to work or something?” That was all he said and went back to reading his paper. I tried as hard as I could but the tears escaped from my eyes. I got up from the table and walked to the kitchen door. I stopped briefly and looked at him, “Thanks a lot dad. It’s good to know how little you think of me…and my concerns!” I turned to leave him there… content not to say another word to him for the rest of the day. But something came over me and I had to say the last three words that I had meant to say to him when I first saw him this morning…before he started ordering me around. “ Dad…Happy Fathers Day!” My dad didn’t even glance up from his paper, and I turned and walked out the door. Could this day possible get any worse! home!
Well here it is…Monday again. I can’t believe that I am up at 6am! I am 21 years old…I should be in bed until noon with a hangover. But instead I am up at the crack of dawn to shower and get my nephews ready for their day! Well …nothing new happening today. Same old routine that I have had for the past three years. I have to make breakfast for the boys and my dad. Hop in the shower, get dressed and get the boys off to school. Then over to the Pub for work until three. Then after work I have to pick up the boys from school…drop them of at Caroline’s…and then I’m off to college until 10 o’clock tonight! I often wonder why I write in this journal…every entry I write must be the same…because god knows…nothing in my life ever changes! Anyways I will write again soon!
I am in the kitchen making my father and nephews their breakfast. Nothing seems to be going right for me today…not that, that should be surprising to me. I have dropped at least two eggs on the floor, and burnt three pieces of toast. I feel like I am ready to cry out of frustration when I hear the angelic sounds of my nephews bounding down the stairs. “Mimi! Mimi!” How I love that little nickname that they have given me since the time that they could talk. They walk in and sit at the table. “Good morning Mimi!” Christian says to me. “Good morning Chris…how are you this morning?” “I’m great Mimi.” Christian is such a cutie… just looking at him brightens my day. He is 5 years old, the youngest of the two boys. He isn’t a very sentimental boy…he is tough as nails. Or at least he acts that way. He is just like his mother Sam. John, on the other hand, is very sentimental. He is a quiet and reserved 6 year old boy and he keeps to himself. He reminds me of…myself! I look at John who is sitting there studying his eggs intently, “Johnny…how are you this morning?” He looks up at me briefly and nods his head, “I’m fine.” He says quietly and then goes back to his eggs. Just then my father come in to get his breakfast, “Marlena…do you think you could wash some clothes today? I have no clean uniforms.” “Good morning to you too dad.” I mumble under my breath. “What was that?” He said to me with a upset look on his face. “Nothing dad. I will put a load of clothes in before I go to work. You will have to take them out and fold them when you get home from work though.” My father sits at the table and starts to eat, “You will have to fold them when you get home Marlena…I don’t know what time I will be home. I am going out with the guys after work.” I look at him with disbelief on my face barley able to keep the anger from my voice. “Dad! You are supposed to pick the boys up from Caroline’s after you get off work!” He drops his fork, “Excuse me…why is Caroline watching them? What are you going to be doing that is so important?” I am getting more upset by the minute. It is apparent to me that no one listens to me when I talk anymore. “Dad…I told you yesterday that I have class tonight!” Dad looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, “Well then…I guess you will have to figure out what to do with the boys then…because I have other plans!” I look at him with tears brimming in my eyes. I glance at the boys who are squirming in their seats. I can tell that they are getting very uncomfortable with our arguing. I glance at John who has the same tear filled expression on his face that I have on mine. “Boys…go upstairs and brush your teeth. Then get your stuff ready to go to school.” The boys look at me and nod and then run from the room. I picked up the breakfast plates. After I put them in the dishwasher I sit across the table from my father. “Dad…I need a little help around here.” He looks up from his paper, “I pay the bills…what more help do you need?” I sigh heavily, “Dad…when the boys came to live here three years ago I agreed to live here and help you. I didn’t say that I would raise them all by myself! Between the boys, and work and school…not to mention the crap I have to put up with when it comes to mom and Sam…I am going to have a breakdown!” My father looked at me and laughed, “Marlena…for crying out loud…quit being such a drama queen. Don’t you have to get to work or something?” That was all he said and went back to reading his paper. I tried as hard as I could but the tears escaped from my eyes. I got up from the table and walked to the kitchen door. I stopped briefly and looked at him, “Thanks a lot dad. It’s good to know how little you think of me…and my concerns!” I turned to leave him there… content not to say another word to him for the rest of the day. But something came over me and I had to say the last three words that I had meant to say to him when I first saw him this morning…before he started ordering me around. “ Dad…Happy Fathers Day!” My dad didn’t even glance up from his paper, and I turned and walked out the door. Could this day possible get any worse! home!
