Grrr. I'm on strike.

[estepheia]

Decided to boycott the family. I threatened before to withdraw my mom services and never did. Until now. They can kiss my ass. And cook for themselves this month. Why? I don't like the complaints and arguing, and I don't want to spend the time on something I no longer enjoy. I don't want to bend my schedule to their stomachs. No one ever cooks me nice things. No one makes an effort. And I'm sick of it.
Have to teach in 90 minutes. Hope my temper improves till then.
Word count: 4346. About 1000 words short. I'm still woefully behind schedule, but since I'm aiming to catch up later to something like 5.200 words, there's still hope.
Tomorrow I have to take the kids to another chess tournament. Sunday I have dance practice. I have to generally reschedule, I think, make sure I have at least one day per week all to myself.

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[willowgreen.livejournal.com]

What is it with the complaining? Obviously it has something to do with the fact that I put up with it at all, but still, there's just SO much of it. Two weeks ago the family was going out for dinner and my daughter started complaining about the restaurant we were going to, so we turned around and went home. I stayed home with her, gave her a hot dog and read LJ unmolested, and my spouse and son went to a different restaurant that she probably have liked better than the original choice. I was sad to miss going out to dinner, but it was well worth it.