Peotr
11-13-2014, 10:58 AM
Some of you have heard me bitch about my parents. I live with my parents so I can help cook and clean for them, because they are elderly, because they are infirm, and because I love them. But I have also told them that from midnight on Wednesday I don't want to be disturbed. I have days worth of food ready-prepared for them, all the laundry is done, the house is clean, there are no events on the calendar.
For three days I don't want to talk them. Or see them. Or field their stupid requests. No dog walks, no visits to my aunts, no 'going for coffee', no 'going for mail', no 'couple of minutes of help' of any kind. I've actually had strong words with them about this - I'm not doing anything unless it's an emergency. A real emergency.
So last night WoD releases. I'm trying to two-box and I'm bitching and grunting my way through all the attuned content (especially the keep) that is separating my two characters.
But I can see the light. Standard grinding is coming up.
I'm cranky, but there are clear skies ahead.
2:01 AM. My mom pokes her head into my room. "Peotr?" she asks, "can you come look at this? The oil stove has broken."
-- Peotr
P.S. 4:20 AM. I have completely disassembled that bitch. I think I know what is wrong (the pump works but the switch assembly won't turn it on, so we're only getting the drips of oil that keep the tray warm). I can't fix it. We'll have to call the repairman. I come back into the house and tell them what I've found, and head back to my room for an hour or so of WoW before I sleep. I'm taking my shoes off when my dad comes into my room. He never knocks, he just walks into my room like he owns the whole house, and I suppose he does. "Why don't we go down to the shed and fish out that portable propane heater we used during that outage a few years back? The bulk plant is closed, but they have propane at the Sunset Mart, so we could refill the tanks there."
P.P.S. 8:30 AM. I have slept two hours. My mom pokes her head in the room. "Can you come help vacuum? I just want to tidy up in case the repairman needs to come into the house."
For three days I don't want to talk them. Or see them. Or field their stupid requests. No dog walks, no visits to my aunts, no 'going for coffee', no 'going for mail', no 'couple of minutes of help' of any kind. I've actually had strong words with them about this - I'm not doing anything unless it's an emergency. A real emergency.
So last night WoD releases. I'm trying to two-box and I'm bitching and grunting my way through all the attuned content (especially the keep) that is separating my two characters.
But I can see the light. Standard grinding is coming up.
I'm cranky, but there are clear skies ahead.
2:01 AM. My mom pokes her head into my room. "Peotr?" she asks, "can you come look at this? The oil stove has broken."
-- Peotr
P.S. 4:20 AM. I have completely disassembled that bitch. I think I know what is wrong (the pump works but the switch assembly won't turn it on, so we're only getting the drips of oil that keep the tray warm). I can't fix it. We'll have to call the repairman. I come back into the house and tell them what I've found, and head back to my room for an hour or so of WoW before I sleep. I'm taking my shoes off when my dad comes into my room. He never knocks, he just walks into my room like he owns the whole house, and I suppose he does. "Why don't we go down to the shed and fish out that portable propane heater we used during that outage a few years back? The bulk plant is closed, but they have propane at the Sunset Mart, so we could refill the tanks there."
P.P.S. 8:30 AM. I have slept two hours. My mom pokes her head in the room. "Can you come help vacuum? I just want to tidy up in case the repairman needs to come into the house."