people need to calm the fuck down
so all today ive been setting up the house for my dads surprise birthday party. no complaints there, i love doin this kinda thing. a little stressed when two phones ring at the same time, hot glue is burning a hole in my thumb, and my cat knocked down my pyramid... but none the less still smiling.
but holy fuck my brother and my mom need to calm down. i've done about 80% of the whole set up after 4 hours of sleep. am ready to go and waiting, yet they seem to find things wrong. they're both thundering around yelling like the god damn queen herself is arriving. its all close friends that are coming over, and no ones coming to judge how messy the top of our cereal cabinet is, they're coming to celebrate another year of my dads life and raise their glasses to another, and to celebrate the passing of my dads 18 month due date.
it frustrates me beyond beliefe when they worry more about the outward appearance. this is about my dad, not people judging us, and my dad wouldnt yelling to be happening right now. he'd want a fire in the fire place, and ice cold beer, and his closest and dearest friends and family with him telling stories and laughing.
maybe all the yoga has finally had its effect on me, but i just dont see why there is such a panic and worry about image when we're celebrating life.
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