Meanwhile as I have to wait and wait and wait to not work today I'm having to play mediator between two grown adults not able to live with each let alone communicate. I've decided that my parents are the poster-parents for really re-considering the vows entailed in marriage. My parents have very much corrupted their lives by being within any mile raduis of each other. Now I don't say this to bad mouth them as individuals..because as mother and father they are fair, as individuals they are actually quite appealing. I love both of them but they are driving me crazy. When I am able to spend time with my mother apart from my father she's really fun, sweet, hilarious and vice versa with my father. But get those two in the same room and it's slightly less grusome than a dog fight.
My theory on my parents:
In the past couple of days I've come to realize how selfish they are and how competitively so. can that be. Can you compete to be the most selfish.. oh yes you can. In my current financial state I've even considered selling tickets as a way to pay the bills. But alas while they are crazy cage fighters in front of me they have the uncanny knack of putting on those sweet facades in front of other.
So here's the new song and dance for them. My parents have always had this inclination to want immediate attention. I call this the Veruca Saltness of their personas. For those of you not schooled on this particular character. She is the greedy bossy girl from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I say my parents exhbit characteristics of her not so pleasant demeanor because Veruca is especially selfish and pointedly so. He character is infamous for her " I want it now." She is a girl who wants everything...and everything now. My parents reflect this as well. I fear this might filter into my attitude about certain things though I'm slowly trying to curb this learned triat. Oh what sinners we are.
So my parents with their crazy wants and me with my growing irritation of it all.
All this ranting and raving to kill time because at this point I'm jobless with the exception of working at the flower shop on saturdays. Not too sure where this is all going but I must trust my Lord has a reason for me eventually going and selling my blood for a meal at Mimi's cafe.-- unfortunately for me I don't really want loose a pint of blood to pay for a meal i'd much rather loose a pint of blood for gas money-- now that's sad.
Alas my sweet readers I will leave you with hopes that these fun family shananigans will eventually produce a best-seller book of poems-- untitled as of yet.
3 comments:
My dear Astrid, I wish I had words to say to you, but alas I don't have any. Good thing God does. we are all saved by grace Eph. 2:4-10, remember to treat them with grace. Let your speach be gracious Col. 4. Be encouraged and dont get tired of doing good. Hang in there and remember that God has a plan even though we can't see it and it is for good.
I am praying for them and for you as you deal with them and love them.
hang in there chick! i'm praying for ya every day. love ya!
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