Here I am still working on Nonna's house. Today I washed the windows for the new tenant. Who on Earth does that? My mother made me wash them. The house is still packed with stuff and the tenant moves in tomorrow.
My mother has the strangest priorities, like vacuuming between the matress and the box spring. Because the tenant is only paying $500, getting 2 weeks free, getting a furnished 3 bedroom and we are giving her the bed, multiple sets of bedding and two vacuums, I feel like she could do that herself. Not that I would ever do that for myself even. I think my mom should just shift prioritties to moving the crap out.
To make matters worse
(e:matthew) to got in a fight with my mother. It was triggered by my mother insisting we have done nothing,which is clearly a lie as you can see by reading my journal.
(E:matthew) actually put all his free time into working here just not in the way my demanding mother wanted. But, while I actually agree with him about most of the content of his argument, he could have just dealt with it better without yelling. They are both screamers. My father is too. I am at my last patient moment for screaming. In fact, this is preciselywhy IM is my prefered method of conversation. That is unless
(e:twisted) starts "screaming" with her caplocks down,lol.
The tenant just got here and is already making excuses fornot having august's rent on time, but she did say she loves us like family - great.
I thought i did pretty well at controling my temper. I try very hard to not raise my voice...it was so hard to do that i had to talk louder to accompliSH IT!!
Only at monsterhosting and that was strictly for emphasis but I apologized later anyway. (I only capitalized ONE word! Those Canadians are so sensitive!) Oh, and maybe one other time, but I don't want to talk about it. Can't I ever live anything down around here?