As The Tree Falls Down

"Having a family is like having a bowling alley installed in your brain." -Martin Mull

It all began this morning when Dad wanted to put up the train under the tree. Mom and I had already decorated it last night. While he's stuck his head under the tree rearranging the tracks AGAIN, I leave the room...a few minutes later I hear this loud thump and think "Wow, that almost sounded like the tree falling down." Then I thought, "I hope that wasn't the tree falling down."

Naturally, the tree had fallen down on Dad's head. Apparently they'd been moving the tree around and cracked the stand last night, and while Dad was under it it broke. Surprisingly, only two ornaments broke, and I didn't like those anyway. But the hell after that...

Even though objectively he knew that he didn't make it fall over, he started crying anyway after calling Mom to tell her what happened. Then he hung up and started bawling, and I didn't know what to do. So I hug him, but he ignores it, just said to call Mom. I do that and she yells at me for a. not talking to her on the phone, and b. for not doing anything for Dad. "He told me to call you!" Geez. Basically, this set the pattern for the rest of the day.

I wanted to take the ornaments off, he wouldn't let me. He wanted to move the tree around a lot (take the rest of the stand off), only neither of us could pick up the thing, and taking off the stand wouldn't have helped lean it against the wall any easier. But did he get that? Nooooooooooo. He threw attitude when I told him that Sarah wanted to go shopping with me (namely, he doesn't want me to go. Oh, that's NICE). And I desperately need to (more on that later). He gave me crap all day long, basically. I am really hating the sound of his voice. I realized today that when I've been home on weekends he's been pretty quiet. But all day I just wanted to scream "STOP TALKING! STOP BABBLING! SHUT UP!" Just all day long I was going nuts with his crap. I told this to Mom and she said "Welcome to the real world." She's very jealous that I don't live here 24-7 anymore and she still has to.

And speaking of presents... the sweatshirt I ordered for Mom a week ago STILL hasn't arrived. I ordered it at my school address so she wouldn't see it, and it never came. Now what the hell do I do about her gifts? Get more stuff... but I don't have that much money, don't know what I'd get, and I'm having a bitch of a time getting to go to the mall with Dad throwing attitude. Going with Sarah is my only hope...if I get to. Tomorrow, I hope. I've still got other presents to get to, ASAP, and don't know what the hell I'm going to get... this is awkward, very awkward.

Ah, the holidays. Stress is sooo much fun.

gr3ruth@pacbell.net

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