Jesus Christ. Both my mother and grandmother are at my house right now. This wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that my mother is a very bitchy whacked out drunk person. So it makes for good times.

She is here mainly because my grandmother made her come over. Much like she does to make her visit her own daughter, she drove her over to find out more about the work that I can get her. It is doing in-store demo work and the company will basically take anyone on who I recommend. I am loathe to pass on the name/info of my mother to this company however because I don't want it to look badly on me. Anyway, I feel kind of forced to, it's stupid.

So my mother is sitting across the table from me while I "work" on the laptop here ignoring her bitching about various other family members. Seriously, she can't keep a place to live, lost custody of her daughter, has no money for food and fucked herself out of being able to receive public assistance and here she is criticizing other people. It's a bit rich I tell ya.

My grandmother is just keeping herself busy folding clothes, which I am not going to complain about.

They came an hour earlier than necessary . I have no car today since EnglandBoy has gone with the car (borrowed from my father as my car has died for good) to actually get some real work done and bring home money for me to spend. So I need a ride just outside of town to get to my sister's school where I will do yard duty supervision. This means I hang out with kids, play some basketball and get paid for it. I can't complain there.

I can, however, complain about my mother.

When she isn't around it is quite easy to ignore the fact that she exists and is such a fuck up. On the rare occasion that she does visit, it is harder to ignore.

Currently she is supposed to visit my sister here each Sunday from noon to 6 and one other day of the week as well. That lasted for about two weeks after that court order was done. She even ran out on Christmas Eve to go drinking and then didn't bother to come over on Christmas day.

It's only a ten year old child, who cares, eh?

It would be so nice to run away and start over somewhere else. Or at least pick and choose which family members that I want to be associated with. That would make things a bit easier.

****Gods grant me patience, please. I just may snap. I cannot be held accountable for my actions if my mother says just one more word. They are sitting and watching television at the moment and my mother, being her, has just made a bing scene about the god damned remote control just because she can't figure out how to use it. Apparently it is broken. Then, try to understand this, she takes the batteries out and then loudly declares that I must need new batteries because now the remote isn't working. Yes, she took them out and didn't put them back in before coming to this conclusion.