March 22, 2002 :: 7:53 a.m.
don't do shit like this
2:41 a.m. (posted an update and began preparing for bed)
3:22 a.m. (turned on mellow, soothing music and crawled under the covers; set alarm for 10:30)
4:30 a.m. (fell asleep)
7:10 a.m. (rudely awakened by father, standing in the doorway, soliciting babysitting services for most annoying sister)
I. Hate. My. Family. Shall I repeat that, just to make it clear? I hate my family. My sister knows I hate kids. She knows that I avoid babysitting at all costs. I've lied, bargained, and begged my way out of watching my various nieces and nephews in the past. And yet... she sees fit to call my dad at seven-fucking-a.m. and ask him to see if I'll watch Charlie this afternoon. My dad knows that I won't want to do it. He knows how I feel about children. But he still comes in a wakes me up less than three hours after I fell asleep to ask me.
And I said yes. Of course. I mean, I was barely conscious at the time. I would have agreed to anything if it meant getting back to sleep. So I did. I must have looked terribly angry, because I heard him say that "[I'm] not happy about it, but [I] said [I'd] do it." She proceeded to ask him whether I really wanted to do it or not.
Uh... duh. Fuck no, I don't want to do it. I want to go the fuck back to sleep and wake up at 11 and go on with my business, thank you. Grrr.
I'm a little bitter. And more than a little pissed off at myself. Because, you know, I also got roped into taking Adam (brother) to work at 9:15, which means that I will go straight from there to my sister's. Fun. In theory, I'll be let out of the babysitting prison sometime around 2, but from experience I can guarantee that it'll be at least 3:30. Then I get to putz around until 10 o' clock tonight, when I'm picking Adam (boyfriend) up at Target (his orientation is tonight) and taking him to his dad's house.
I am not a fucking taxi cab.
Though, really, I'm looking forward to picking Adam (boyfriend) up tonight, so that doesn't count. I'm more than willing and happy to do that. I don't mind taking Adam (brother) to work, either. I am not, however, at all willing or happy to babysit this brat. Nor am I pleased with the fact that I said yes when I'd rather be tied to a chair and made to watch hours upon hours of All In The Family than watch this child.
Again: GRRRR.
I am not happy camper when I get three hours of sleep and then passive-aggressive my way into something I loathe doing. Good morning to the rest of you, though.
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