How I Spent My Weekend

[illusionofjoy]

Saturday morning my mother departed for Brockport, to drive my younger brother back to school. For some reason my youngest brother went along for the ride. I really don't know why he went along - he doesn't have a license, nor a learner's permit, therefor making him useless as a potential second driver. Also, my mother is completely unable to drive for more than four hours in any given day. Brockport is just west of Rochester, which is a little over four hours away. Everytime she drives there, she gets a hotel room for the night and then drives back the next day. True, it's her money to spend when she takes the trip, but I find the whole thing asinine when she could have me drive my younger brother down and have her car back in the same day.

Of course, she hasn't had me do that since the accident. It aggravates me to no end that an event with little chance of happening again has left me unable to drive outside of St. Lawrence County in her car unless I wish to spend quality time in a hotel room overnight. It aggravates me even more that she insists on claiming that she isn't paranoid that I'll get into another accident, when her actions so glaringly state otherwise.

I find it insulting at best that she's hell-bent on wasting time and money on her limited driving capacity when I am obviously the more efficient of drivers between us. I did drive back from Pittsburgh in one setting last year, which is a nine-hour trip. It didn't phase me in the least. The great irony here was that her attempts to avoid driving more than fours hours in one day were foiled by heavy snowstorms on her trip back today. This left her on the road for over six hours.

She called here last night around 9:00, I believe it was. She felt the need to tell me that she had arrived in Brockport safely. It was entirely a waste of a call as far as I was concerned. To me, a phone call from someone travelling is an indication that something went wrong. Again, it is her phone bill though (she called collect), so who am I to complain that she's making the call? If anything, I complain because it was my time that was wasted. I know that if I were living on my own and someone called me collect to tell me that they were just peachy after a standard drive from point A to point B, I'd probably swear at them a lot, slam down the receiver and then forward my phone bill to them. When I've already been told where an individual is going and how long it is going to take, I don't need - nor do I want constant follow-ups and check-ins.

During the course of the conversation, I was asked if it was snowing outside. It wasn't yet and I left her with that information. Not half an hour after the conversation ended, a heavy storm front hit Potsdam and great white flakes were all that could been seen outside the window. It snowed all throughout the night and didn't let up until late this afternoon. Despite my shovelling out the walk and driveways in the morning, it had already filled back in again by the time they drive back (sans my younger brother, of course). This prompted a bitchfest from my youngest brother and my mother.

I do not take it lightly when my youngest brother tries to act like he has any authority over me. If anything, when he acts like that, I want to drag him up the stairs by his feet, so that his face hits every riser, and then throw him back down said stairwell. To watch a sixteen-year-old child put on an indignant face and try to humble me is not particularly threatening, but it is infuriating. To have my mother back up these actions, more or less, is ludicrous.

In effect, I was being bitched at because I didn't clear out the driveway. The fact of the matter is that I did clear out the driveway. Apparently I had failed in my duties to stop the heavy snowstorm so that the driveway would remain clear. I was probably also supposed to keep the snowplows from clearing the road, which tends to have the effect of filling the entrance to the driveway with snow again. I should have told them both to fuck off.

Yesterday I wasn't feeling too well, so I stayed in bed until around 6:00 in the evening. I did manage to drag my rotting carcass out of bed, but I was back to sleep a little while I after midnight. This morning I awoke at the amazingly early hour of 7:00AM, to Raven's insistent cries of "feed me! I'm hungry!" I actually managed to stay awake for most of the day, until my family came home. Then after a couple of hours elapsed since their arrival, I retreated up to my room and ended up passing out on my bed for a while.

I think that getting into a normal sleep regiment is going to require external influences. Since I've been out of school, I've rarely had anything caffinated, or "energy-packed." My coffeemaker is in a box somewhere, and the machine that my mother owns is an ancient device that I simply can't figure out how to use. Besides, when I first wake, do I really want to go through any complicated gyrations in order to get a cup of coffee? I'd rather go back to bed. Aside from that, my mother doesn't drink coffee, so the stuff is rarely in the house anyhow. The same goes for soda, with the exception of root beer and ginger ale on occasion (both of which are 100% caffeine-free). Sobe is out because I doubt my mother has even heard of the stuff; besides, she prefers her tea from a bag which has had boiling water poured over it.

Soon enough, I will be living alone, free from the constraints of snowed-in driveways I don't own and complicated coffeemakers. I won't have a car, however, so I guess that means I'll have to enjoy driving that U-Haul from Potsdam to Pittsburgh. It'll probably be the last time I drive anything for quite a while.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

You want to know what I think? I think you a spoiled brat. Your lucky your mom lets you stay at home when you have no job, not going to school, and seem not to get one. Until you move out you should know that you have to play by the house rules or get out. I think you have it lucky right now.

[illusion-of-joy.livejournal.com]

Answer me this: why should I care what you think when you haven't even the courage to sign your posts?

[apb.livejournal.com]

If you're going to post anonymously in someone's journal make sure you know the difference between:

your and you're.

[czerach.livejournal.com]

Haha. I love when people think they're all high and mighty by putting someone down, but they don't even know how to form proper Engligh sentences. What a moron.