Where's the Helping Hand?

Ok, so, Martha Stewart won't be knocking on my door anytime soon for recipes, fashion advice or decorating advice. But, I am doing the best I can. Hamburger Pie. Sounds gross, but, in a pinch, a few ingredients will feed a fam. And, tonight, I had to do what I had to do.

I need to vent a little here. If you are not interested in reading a vent, move on.

I worked at my part time job (which I love) until 1:00; drove to my second job (cleaning) and cleaned a three-level house (3 bathrooms included). Then, to the store, home, mail, most of which was for dad as he is being hounded by every nonprofit in the free world, all asking for money. Put groceries away, cleaned up tiny dog poop, washed hands of course, fixed dinner, did two loads of dishes, took out all of the trash, took out all of the recycling, cleaned up the kitchen, ran two loads of wash and then finished a 10 page research paper due tomorrow.

And, all the while, my roommate (read, dad) sat and watched television.

It's safe to say that dad isn't going to change his behavior. He's nearly 80 years old. I know it is more likely that I could change my behavior. But, it is frustrating just the same.

And, you ask, what was my daughter doing all the while? Well, braiding her hair, of course and doing her nails!

I know, this smacks of martyrdom. And, I sure don't like that. But, man oh man, a helping hand would be nice right about now. It is 11:45, and the television is a'blarin downstairs. Dad sits and watches t.v. for hours and hours and hours. I will ask him if he is ok and he grouchily responds, 'yes, Rose, I am fine'. Errrrrr.....

I am tired and ready for bed. Work and school all day tomorrow. God I hope he will turn off the t.v. so I can sleep now!