I swear to god, every time I'm with my family, I think that they are crazier than they were the last time. (Sorry, sis...I just have to say it out.) As you know, I'm here because my mom had total knee replacement surgery and I'm helping her out with transportation needs and all of that. But this place is about as quiet and peaceful for her recovery as a good old fashioned Kansas twister. My step father drives me batty. He's an 83-year-old child. Full of energy, noisier than hell, slams every single door he ever walks through, drops things regularly, pulls all of the dishes out of the dishwasher that I just loaded because "it wasn't quite right," goes out to his little gardening shed in the back yard where he does who knows what like a little high school child, does not help out in the house with cleaning and doing things that need to be done, doesn't like the food that my mom prepares for him (she's an amazing cook, by the way), always has a long belabored story to tell, wakes my mom up from her rest just to ask silly questions or say some unnecessary bit of trivia. He's a bull in a china cabinet. And the list goes on. Plus, the phone rings off of the hook....and they always answer it, unlike me who rarely actually answers my phone. Neither of them can hear so the TV volume has to be nearly as loud as the set will allow....I mean, it's deafening. And asking questions of anybody is next to impossible. They can't hear you ask....so you end up repeating it over and over. Combine that with the conservative politics, religion, and hatred of "Californians, Mexicans, and Blacks," and I'm just not cut out to be here very long. It's just plain old not my home any longer.
I'm just not used to it. I am a peaceful, relatively quiet, person. I enjoy nothing...peace....quiet....zero. I rarely dis on my family. I love them dearly but, truthfully, I'm always ready to go home. I require quiet. And there just isn't any here. I think I'm going to go home more gray than when I arrived. In fact, I know I am. Thankfully, my hubby arrives tomorrow to help take the edge off of this nasty attitude I've picked up.