was...interesting. Plenty of peaks and valleys, but hey this is me that we're talking about. I went home on Friday cuz I had a doctor's appointment. I figured that it would be a nice gesture to stay at home for part of the weekend since the parents are always saying that they never see me. So yea, I went to the doc and that went fine. Then I rushed home to drive my mom and dog to the vet because he had an ear infection. Of course I knew nothing about this mysterious ear infection. I honestly feel like my mom just keeps everything she possibly can from me. I'm the last to know everything. I don't know if she thinks she is protecting me or what but either way I would appreciate honesty and openess much more. So we get to the vet and Carmello (the doggy) pleasantly suprised me with his behavior overall. He hadn't been to the vet in ages and generally doesn't do well with strangers so I had prepared myself for the worst but my baby did great. Although he was clearly extremely nervous, and peed everywhere to show it, he didn't bark, bite, or wine much at all. He definately went through a lot too. They had to dig up his but cuz he had swollen anal sacks ( I know, I know. I'm sure he didn't like it either), clean his ears (which he hates), gave him like 8 or 9 shots, and just generally invaded his space and privacy. However it was all for his benefit. At least now we know that he's as healthy as possible and once he finishes his ear infection medicine he should be feeling much better. So after signing him up for something similar to health insurance, my mom went to work and I was left to look after him and watch for any negative reactions to all the meds he was on. Long story short, he was fine, drowsy but well.
Saturday started ok. I slept very well and I was extremely cozy in my bed, though slightly startled by the fact that my mom was already leaving the house. She had a hair appointment before work and the hair stylist who is also a friend of hers was en route to the house to pick her up. Or at least this was the plan anyway. Then my "father" comes wandering in, also startled by the fact that she's leaving, declaring that he just spoke to the porch repair man and told him he could come have her sign the paperwork that morning. Did he tell her about it in advance? Of course not. Did he care about her plans? No. Did he care that the woman was already on the way? Nope. Did he show any remorse for not consulting her? No. Did he care at all? Apparently not. He just casually instructed her to cancel her plans because his were, in his mind, more important. Whats worse is that she just obeyed quietly, without more than a few words about it. Just when I thought it couldn't get more ridiculous...the woman had just pulled up outside so my mother had to go outside and tell this woman she couldnt go after she had driven over to get her. I know that I would have been mad if I was that woman. It was a waste of time and money and had to have came across very inconsiderate. Let's not even get into the cost of gas!!! In the midst of this I jumped out of bed and into the shower, determined to get out the house as fast as possible due to being fed up with the parental foolishness. So then the icing on the cake: the porch man comes, 2-3 hours later, and reveals that he only needed my father's signature. Meaning that my mom could have went ahead with her plans and all that drama could have been avoided. I close my case. Total foolishness.
So at that point, I'm getting ready to leave. Before leaving I remember that my wind shield wiper fluid light has been on for about a week. So in an attempt to be helpful pops goes and gets a jug of wiper fluid out of the house and we did some guess work as to which hole to pour it into. Huge mistake! It turns out that he put it into the wrong place. I could tell something was wrong when the light was still on and he confirmed my fears after making quick reference to an engine layout in the owners manual. He thought it would be alright but I was skeptical so we journeyed up to an auto parts store that advised him that the ill-fated fluid must be removed asap. So he bought a pump and went to work. It couldn't have taken more than a minute and the crisis was averted. He also bought me some coolant/anti-freeze (thats what was needed in the other empty space). So yea pops took care of everything as usual and I do appreciate it but thats not the problem. The problem is that during he a significant amount of time basically blaming me and trying to make me feel bad. Implying that I should somehow know the layout of everthing under the hood and I should be able to tell when somethings wrong AND know how to fix it. Preposterous! I almost cried but decided not to give him the satisfaction. After a while he softened his tone but the damage was already done. Nevertheless I decided to be the bigger person. I don't really blame him for what happened because it was an honest mistake and he was trying to help. With that said, I was glad to drop him off at home after that ordeal and get on my way. Bear in mind that in the midst of all this, Saturday was the hottest day of the year thus far so I was already uncomfortable and ill-tempered to begin with but whatever...
So I arrived back at school, decided against attending a picnic mainly due to the heat, and got in some quality relaxation. The bf came over later that night and stayed until around noon today. I love our quality time together. It has a great rejuvenating, relaxing effect on me. A couple issues did come up during that time but they didn't really ruin the mood or anything, just sparked some serious conversation, which isn't a bad thing at all. At the end of the day, we love each other and thats all that matters.
