tough times in crazy camp
jesus its real, real fun when you finally start your long over-due, super anticipated christmas holidays- the first time to relax since thesis over, finally able to read harry potter, the days are sunny to lounge by the pool- and your OCD mother hasnt stopped cleaning or having people in to clean for her (gardener x2, domestic worker, carpet and furniture cleaners and need i carry on the list). yesterday, she even gave the pool lilos a clean and a scrub in the bath. jesus christ. can i repeat that? then the cherry on top is that she leaves the house to collect said clean things, take things to the dump, and other vitally important tasks, and i have to stay at home to supervise and watch the said hired help. wow, what a summer holiday fun relax time for us. its great after a fucking long and hard year, with teh house constantly surrounded by builders. sjoe i can bitch and moan, but really this is going a little far. and she's on leave? i dont believe the woman knows what to do with herself, if theres nothing to clean or do or work on. definition of a holiday?