Cookies and Juice

Is this a fuccin day care or something? When I get off of work, I don't wanna come home to no damn shortbread cookies and sunny D. We carpooling, on the way home, I notice you sippin out a Subway cup, but when I ask you to get something to eat FOR DINNER (since I haven't eaten in 5+ hrs) you tell me, "We'll see". The night ends with you cooking some rice and viennas and telling us (me and my lil brother) to have at it...at damn near 10 o'clock at night...

ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Is this how my summer is going to go? Don't even go there about how I should or need to spend my money. While I agree that one's earnings should be spent and allocated in a fashion that the earner sees fit, If you got kids in your home, or better yet, your OFFSPRING, --your children-- regardless of if I'm 20 years old or not, I expect you to at LEAST go to the grocery store. Maybe I give off the impression that i want to eat fast food every night, but that is totally NOT EVEN the case!

Instead of buying cookies and juice, dad, and putting $12 in her gas guzzling truck, you could have bought a bag of salad greens, some cheese, dressing, and some chicken and we could have made a NICE salad. You could have bought some beef and buns, and we could have fried up some burgers...but naw...who are you doing a favor for? Not me!!! I didn't ask for cookies and juice, and neither did Isaac.

You buy it, thinking it will appease us somehow, quell our hunger...YOU'RE WRONG! It does nothing but ignite our appetites even more. And don't buy cans of pringles and think they are gonna last a life-time. CHILE, BOO! Do you know how GOOD pringles taste? Plus, like we say every evening, WE BE HUNGRY! And while y'all thinking I'm the one eating up everything, you should check your growing boy!!!

He's the one sneaking pringles off to his room in the early morning hours, cookies and juice too!

I need for y'all to take a little more responsibility in your purchases. One complains all the time that the other spends too much money. I know what she is doing with it, it's obvious...but you won't put the necessary restraints on her to make her stop. WHY DID YOU PUT GAS IN HER TANK if you were just going to the Dollar Store which is UP THE STREET?!?! You lose your right to complain when you put $ in her tank and buy cookies and juice. You've only eaten 5, huh? Yeah right, but whatever. Those cookies are almost gone, and trust, it wasn't I who nearly demolished them....*looks over at Isaac*

And one is over here complaining that he don't spend ENOUGH money, and that we (the kids) don't WANT to spend our OWN money....well...lady...why SHOULD WE???? You are the parent, first and foremost. And we are not asking you for new clothes, shoes, or toys...(or at least, I'm not). All I ask for is basic SUSTENANCE, some damn nourishment, and not even all the time! Hell, I've gotten used to not eating around that damn house! But I get fussed at because I'm not willing to spend MY money on something I shouldn't have to pay for...GO TO FOOD WORLD, DAMN IT! I never asked you to go to Wendy's or McDonalds...go to FOOD WORLD, which is LITERALLY walking distance from the house, if you are worried about wasting gas!

But whatever, I digress. You spend your money as you please, but it amazes me, that you pay minimal bills in the house, don't by food, yet manage to buy new clothes and shoes when you get ready, or buy that bottle of whatever to sip on for the week/weekend. GET OFF. I see how it is tho. Don't fix your mouth to question me about my spending habits, then, sweety! I have self-restraint and discipline, and I know that me being able to do what I need to do at the close of this week is more important than buying a bag of potato chips...for 50 cents...child, please...

I can't win for losing, and I half-way don't blame my daddy for acting the way he does, MOST of the time...

The 16th will be the dawn of a new day, tho baby. My money will not get frivously thrown to the wind, as in previous years. I have a plan, and I plan on enforcing it! This past check, I could play around with, but honestly, no more room or time for that...

Anyway, I think this about does it for this rant. I just sighed, which is a sign that I'm pretty much over it. Boy, I tell ya, I love writing.

But if I get home and see more cookies and sunny D...I'm going the hell off!!!! Somebody gone get they 48 year old ass told! And that's love.

Oh and good morning.