Wishing for Normalcy

(Just for one day I wish that people weren't so retarded)

Yesterday was good. I got to talk to my favorite, yet flakey, sister Marie. Marie is the street smart sister. She knows pretty much everything you need to know about the real world. She's nice and open minded and can find a solution to your problems. But she speaks her mind and can be a little harsh sometimes, but I love her all the same. Anyway she is really hard to get in touch with so I usually don't see her unless its a holiday or until my nieces visit. We talked on the phone for a while and it was really good.

Well you see my other sister, Anna, is about to have her third child under the age of three. Bridgett is two and a half, and Billie just turned one. Also she works while her husband stays at home with the girls and they're on food stamps. So yeah they're doing great. Anyway the baby has been a week late so my mom has been calling Anna every day at least thirty times a day. Anna told Marie that Mom was being a little too excited about the baby and that it was getting a little annoying having everyone call her all the time. Marie told Mom that she should just ease up on the calling because it was kind of annoying Anna. Well my mom is best know to blow things out of propotion. She went on this heated rant about how she wouldn't call Anna until she had the baby....Then she called her just to say that.

Mom is what you would call a control freak. She's a great person and all but things have to be exactly her way or no dice. I remember all the room inspections and how if the room was not up to her standards we had to start all over. I mean open the drawers and toss out everything in them and start over. When we were younger we were a tight knit shelter church family. Talking about things like tattoos was forbidden. Mom would threaten to cut our skin where the tattoo was if she ever saw one. Not something you want to tell a little kid. Also whenever Mom had an issue I was usually the one that heard it. I was always around her as a kid and when she was upset or mad she would unload all that crap on me. I'm not scarred by my mother. She did the best she could...under the circumstances...and I'm not bashing her I'm just saying how she is.

Well tomorrow is orientation for me and Luna, and for some God awful reason both my parents are coming. Already I know this is going to be horrible because first of Luna is the embodiment of everything my parents loathe. She dyes her hair "weird colors", she wears clothes that make her look "ugly, tacky, and creepy", she acts negative and she has a little problem with authority figures. Now I am able to tolerate Luna, but my parents have always voiced their opinions about my friends, and most of the time they are very rude remarks.

When Seth got his hair cut into this wild crazy spike thing my mom called him "a total f-- ot" for getting that done. When she first saw Alicia her eyes went so wide you could serve dinner on them. When I told her that Fitz had gotten arrested for driving under the influence she nearly died and it took ever fiber of my being to keep her from calling his parents and asking what had happened.

So I am overjoyed to spend time with both my insane parents. Espically since they are both aruging...again. Anna is going to be induced tomorrow during my course selection, so Mom wanted someone to be there when the baby is born. Dad didn't really feel like going since he can't stand Anna's husband, but Mom told him someone had to be there. He told her that we weren't there for Billie when she was born so there really isn't anything to stress over. Then there was the usual slamming of doors and awkward silences.

Just once, just once I would love to know what it is like to have a normal nuclear family. I wish once Mom would just go with the flow and Dad would stop being so extreme conservitive. I wish they could actually talk their problems out with each other and move on like normal couples. But then life would be just too boring, wouldn't it?

Dreading tomorrow,

Icarus