I am a siesta without a habitat. I made the biggest mistake of my life. I took in my daughter and her family when they had no place else to go. She is the kind of woman that always wants something for nothing. She thinks that I am a pushover. She is in the habit of miss-taking your kindness for weakness. Baby I ain’t weak I am just tired… tired of being used.
About a year ago I needed my daughter and she came to my aid. Of course the circumstances were completely different. I came to her hat in hand by myself. She came to me five strong. Of course I mean five strong as niggers, but with the disposition of a rock (They are prone to fits of idleness). My daughter works of course, but nobody else does. Two of them are new high school graduates. You would think that they would be out looking for a job or trying to continue their education, but on such luck… and the father of the clan… he is definitely no prize. He is just like his kids… he don’t do shit, but lay up on his lazy ass all day long. He will at least do a little cleaning and he does cook, but as far as being constructive he ain’t shit.
I have some… five of them. As usual they are indolent, slothful and languid all rolled up in one. Nobody hit as lick at a stick. They don’t get up, they don’t clean up, they don’t do shit, but lay up in the bed all day play video games and eat until their heart’s content. If you sleep at night you are sure to be awakened about three in the morning to the sounds of laughter, floor walking, hot showers and the rattle of empty pots and pans. Of course they are not washing the dishes they usually are cooking full meals that they devour in bed. After they eat they leave the kitchen dirty and the dishes piled up in the bedroom that I have so graciously bestowed upon them.
One of my pet peeves is blasting the heat so high that you can’t breathe. Every time I turn my back or fall asleep and take my eye off the heat control it mysteriously readjusts itself. It goes from a comfortable seventy degrees to a sweltering eighty or ninety degrees. I can’t take the heat and they know it. They have to because every time they turn the heat up I wake up gagging... trying to get air in my lungs enough to sustain life. Is that rude or what? They don’t give a damn about me.
I can’t do my hair for the same reason. I wake up sweating and my hair is soaking wet. It winds up looking like a nappy rats ass.
I have been doing them a favor allowing them to stay in my house rent free for the past six months, but my patients are wearing thin. I need them to get out of my house. I am beginning to feel like an unwelcomed guest in my own house. Just got this house this summer and I am the only one who has never even slept in one of my three bedrooms.