…is taking its toll. Monday the kid was here bright and early, because his mom has class during the day. Well we always keep him overnight on Monday, because she has class bright and early Tuesday. I watched him until 3pm on Tuesday and then his mom picked him up because she was done with class. From the time she picked him up, until my mom got home at 9pm, I worked on my final project that was due by 3am that night.

To my surprise, guess who was with my mom. The kid! She picked him up on her way home from work. They weren’t even in the house yet, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs and he was crying bloody murder. I was locked away in my room, plugging my ears, trying to focus on my drawing so I have no idea what it was about. My mom put him on the icy porch and he was walking or he fell, I have no clue. Anyway, I got my final done, finally. Only I had to go in my sister’s room after she was in bed, scan the project, and respond to my class.

Now today is Wednesday, and the kids’ mom doesn’t have class until 5-7 this evening. Any other week, and she would bring him out then or pick him up. But no we already have him here because my mom picked him up, and his mom isn’t even coming to pick him up this evening after class is over. So, that is another entire day of babysitting.

The only free time I get is, a: when he naps or b: when someone else is here. For the latter option however, he doesn’t really want anyone else besides me. They say they worry about him when he isn’t here, and don’t like him being at home. But when he is here, he doesn’t want anyone else but me. Monday night I had to put him to bed, because he didn’t want anyone else. Even if someone is here to watch him, it is not easy to get work done because he wants me still. I have to lock myself in my room and deal with any screaming or crying that occurs.

Let’s look towards tomorrow, one can only pray and hope it will be better. Nope. I know better than to get my hopes up by now. The beginning of this week was lucky, because my dad didn’t go into work until 2, so I didn’t have the kid in the early morning when my mom left for work. Tomorrow though, he has to be up and gone early, so I have an early morning to get up and watch the kid. His mom has class from 1-3, so maybe she’ll come out and get him after that. But the day after tomorrow, is Friday and you know what that means?

We will have the kid Friday, because his mom has a class bright and early on Saturday. Now tell me, where do you see my schooling fit into all of that? I may only have one class at a time, but I still have to dedicate myself to it. I have no idea what else to say about it, except I am getting tired of it. Only if history proves to be correct, speaking up won’t do anything.

With my dad on his medicine, my mom with whatever high horse she is on, combined with everything else, I’ll be the one with the problem because I voiced my opinion and spoke up about the issues. I didn’t down play it, sugar coat it, or act like nothing is wrong.

I apologize for not doing any awesome blog entries, but ranting is about the only way I can say anything and I really don’t even have the time to do it.