I am aware that this title makes you think this will be only about mothers. Well, guess what: I’m gonna bash both parents.
Mothers seem to think they know what’s best for everyone in the family. Or maybe that’s just my mother. Tonight, I needed to borrow the family computer so that I could add some music to my CD/MP3 player. No one was currently using the computer, so I figure it’s all right. However, the second I start it up, I hear my mother calling me to figure out what I’m doing. well, there’s a big warning flag. Then, after I make my project clea to her, I get bitched at for using the family computer, which is the only one in the house with a cd burner. So, I’ve been sitting here explaining to her for half an hour when my dad walks in the door, ready to use the computer. So I am forced to get off, drop everything, and wait for him. Then, I’m back in there, and of course, since my mom’s memory is so messed-up (that’s some good alliteration), I’ve got to spend a bunch of time running through it with my mom. Well, already I’ve shot 2 hours on this. I just give up. Maybe it’ll be better, not being bound to the house. For know, this is my life. That and making fun of Liz for liking Pockets. That’s always a fun subject.
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