Much Venting... Monday, August 1

With Snickers and I staying at my dad’s house along with one of my brother’s and his wife who are visiting from New York, my parent’s house is a busy place right now. Snickers and I traveled all the way to Canada to sit at my mother’s hospital bed and to tend to my father but somehow in the scheme of things I got designated the “temp mom” for all at the house… cooking, cleaning and picking up.

I don't have a job in Korea anymore, Snickers quit his job so that he could solely train for his September fight, it cost us almost four grand to get here (in addition to the three grand work bonus I lost to come here), but it's Snickers and I paying for everything! Don't get me wrong, I anticipated paying the bills for my dad, Snickers and I but not for my brother and his wife. Moreover, I didn't anticipate cooking all their meals, chasing after them to not wear their shoes in the house, turning off the lights they carelessly leave on so my father doesn't get upset, and doing their laundry.

I love my brother and I think his new wife is cool but when it comes to manners and helping out around the house they are Lazy and Lacking with much deserved capital Ls! The other day they promised to meet up with us at the hospital but they were a no-show. I guess it didn't fit in with their vacation-of-fun they planned and I had no choice but to make up some silly excuse to tell my mom. She had made her friends stick around in anticipation of him coming and him not showing up was really discouraging to my father. I try not to say anything but then my dad comes to me upset and discouraged that they're not helping out, so I'm stuck between trying to cover their tracks so that he's not distracted by it all.

Considering I eat six smaller meals a day and the fact that everyone seems to be asking for different things at meal time, it’s been rather stressful for me. When I’m not at the hospital I’m at home cooking up a storm in the kitchen or grocery shopping for food to cook.

I’m not in Canada on vacation but I didn’t come to tend to everyone either. I’m here to spend time with my mother before she leaves us and to take care of my father. I’ve only seen one friend since we’ve been here and the others who have dropped by have been friends of the family visiting my mother in the hospital. Every day I spend a good chunk of my day at the hospital and it bugs me how well I know my way around it now.

I hate hospitals, they freak me out and make me feel uncomfortable.

Every day I see my dad get teary-eyed at the hospital and it breaks my heart to see this so I’ve turned to running as a means of escape. I’ve always been a lover of running but I’ve been running so much lately. I figured out the other day that the route I’ve been running is 15km.

It’s only Monday and I’ve already covered 45kms jogging since Friday.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
You do realize you're overdue for a good kick in the head, right?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
If this is what motherhood is -- running around as an under-rated, unappreciated chicken with its' head cut off and a million and one things to do -- than I quit!
-- me