I don't rant very often.  I'm usually pretty okay with... just about everything.

But even I need to... just write this out.  So, um, yeah if you wanna read go ahead, but... it's a lot of - of just whining.....

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yup.

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Before I say anything, I want to make it clear that I absolutely love my parents.  

They're so supportive of everything I want to do.  They were supportive of my sexuality (even if they don't always understand it), they were supportive of me major in a... uh, questionable profession.  They do their best to make sure they prepare me for what is in my very near future to the best of their abilities.

But like all humans, they have their faults.

The reason I've been writing less and less and haven't even updated some stories since I was last in school is because I - to be frank - don't have the time.  Which is odd enough, considering most people would think I'd be busier during the school year.

But they have both decided that we - Diana and myself - spend too much time on our computers.

Which I guess isn't wrong - I do spend a lot of time on my computer.

But what they don't realize is that a lot of the time, or at least more times than they give me credit for... I'm writing.

Working on stories - either writing (usually TNSTAHE or a secret project on my joint account with SassyCC (*cough* maximumSass *cough* cough*) or editing/rewriting (Roses, since it's pretty well known by now that I hate it) or doing research for another story that I have in the works.

But back to the issue.

They are both sure that I don't have goals, that I don't have a reason to do anything in my life, that my life is so simple and easy - you know, cause I'm not in school.   So they have both decided that it is their responsibility to give us a "project" to accomplish each day.

No really, that's what say: Okay, your project for today is... [fillintheblank].

Lemme just breakdown the last week for you guys so you understand.

Last Thursday - not like the most recent on, but the one before that - and Friday, Diana and I helped my mom clean out her classroom.  And it wasn't terrible, but it's was a lot - on Thursday we were there until 10 at night, cleaning out stuff.  We finished somewhere around 4 on Friday, arriving somewhere around lunchtime.  But between loading and my mom stuff in the car, packing things in boxes and keeping note of where things went, organizing things that my mom wasn't even able to keep - it was a lot.

Also I should mention that I had swim practice both those days.

So yeah I was exhausted.

And I thought it was over, the next day I could write my chapter and then that was it.

Oh boiiii was I wrong.

Saturday, Diana and I spent cleaning the kitchen - since now the living room was covered in my mom's boxes.  And when I say cleaning the kitchen I don't mean wipe the counters, sweep, mop, and call it a day.  I mean literally take everything off the counters, clean the counters (twice, because the first time wasn't good enough), and clean everything before putting them back on the counters, sweeping (3 times), and moping (twice).

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Needless to say I didn't get a chance to so much as reply to comments that day.

Sunday was spent cleaning the bathrooms.

... I'm at least hoping someone can relate to the process of cleaning the bathroom of a renowned germaphobe.

I finished around 6 in the afternoon and then went and wrote the chapter.

And you might think - oh, well that wasn't so bad.

BUT IT JUST DOESN'T END.

WE'RE JUST GETTING STARTED

Monday morning and afternoon was spent finding out the guided reading level of all the books in our library since my "mother" is going to be babysitting my cousins for the summer.

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Maybe this wouldn't have been so bad if I had spent a whole day less than two weeks before that organizing it by author putting it every single book in our bookcase in an Excel Spreadsheet - a spreadsheet that listed the title, author, name of the series (we have a lot of those), the order in which to read said series, how many copies we have, whether those copies were hardback or paperback.

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Needless to say, I now know that we have over 168 books - that's not counting all the ones that I moved out less than two weeks prior that I had put aside for donation.

Which I guess are not going to be donated now, since the kiddos are gonna use them.

*sigh*

So that's how I spent my Monday, until about six at night because I had swim practice.

And then I also had swim practice Tuesday morning (they were doing construction at my pool).

And on Tuesday morning, the babysitting started, with my nine year old cousin (we'll call her Star).

Star is adorable, and I love her to death goodness gracious.

But Diana and I babysat her for three days.

In a ROW.

Do you know how much energy a nine year old can take out on you? I didn't, till now.

Oh, and yes, I had swim practice everyday single day - since which case I got super duper sunburned.  And never got the chance to rest because I had swim practice every day, a minimum of hours at the mercy of a giant deadly laser.  

I spent my Thursday afternoon applying aloe and cleaning my room.

Even now I'm still pretty pink.

Thursday night we had our first swim meet, which was stressful in it's own way since it was my cousin Star's first one (did I mention I've been going to two swim practices, my own and her's to help her? Yeah, so that was a thing - but she's smart and catches on really quickly so that was a relief).

Also, I only started thinking about the next chapter, especially since I had seen a request earlier that day (at least I'm pretty sure it was that day, the days are starting to blur together).

Now we're at Friday morning, yesterday.

Still double swim practice in the morning but Star went with her mom to her friends house so Diana and I caught a break.  We stopped by my grandmother's house, helped her water her plants, refill her hummingbird feeder, and take care of her insulin and pills and such.  Finally made it home around 1 in the afternoon to find out my friend was free and wanted to hang out.

Now by this point, Diana and I are exhausted to the point of crankiness - waking up at 6 in the morning and falling into your bed with every muscle hurting for three days in a row can do that.  But we're been trying to get together since Diana and I finished school so we hurried up and made plans to see Incredibles II.

It was nice, really nice.  But it was still less than ideal since I was sunburnt (again, because I was still out and at the mercy of the giant deadly laser and didn't have anytime to heal) and in pain.

Oh and the motion sickness, that was a thing too.  Apparently I have allergies, but instead of sneezing or getting a stuffy nose or something, apparently I get really bad headaches and my motion sickness kinda goes haywire.

Fun.

Which brings us to today, the first day I've had to just - just breathe since this all started.  I woke up around seven, seven-thirty this morning.  Naturally though, I turned off my alarm.  So I just caught up on Wattpad, YouTube, etc.  Then I spent most of the afternoon trying to find some files on my computer (which took way longer than it should have since I'm not tech savvy lol) and starting the next chapter, before unfortunately having to walk away from it.

Because then I had swim practice again lol.

Not real intense swim practice, Diana and I are just helping our cousins and giving them swim lessons.

And it was fun, and I even got paid for it.

But, like, there's four of them.

cHAoS

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I think that's enough whiny for now.

Sorry if this was all over the place, I just kinda... rambled.

Thanks for listening friends :)