I wish he would sometimes understand the situations that I'm in. Whenever he can't make it to be with me, he explains his case and I understand. I get frustrated sometimes, but at least I care enough to understand his point of view. But whenever sometime comes up for me, he only gets frustrated at me.
For example, he had a drum line competition last Saturday and on that same day I had a major group project I had to finish. He was at the competition 'til late and was returning late. He wanted me to stay with him after he got back but that wasn't until 10PM. I, on the other hand, still needed to finish my part of the 18th century for APUSH. I called him around 8PM to tell him that I wouldn't be able to make it because I had to stay at my group member's house and finish everything. BTW, this project is ******** 250 points. But anyway, just right now I was talking to him about our compromise. He would stop starting wrestling matches during drum line if I would stop flaking. His exact words "You can stop flaking. I hate flakes."
Don't hate him for this, please. It is partially my fault. I can't help but have so much to do. And for the next two weeks, I have to babysit baby Hunter everyday after school. What am I to do then?
Please excuse me while I simultaneously shoot myself in the head and impale my heart onto a katana. At least I can do something twice at once.
For example, he had a drum line competition last Saturday and on that same day I had a major group project I had to finish. He was at the competition 'til late and was returning late. He wanted me to stay with him after he got back but that wasn't until 10PM. I, on the other hand, still needed to finish my part of the 18th century for APUSH. I called him around 8PM to tell him that I wouldn't be able to make it because I had to stay at my group member's house and finish everything. BTW, this project is ******** 250 points. But anyway, just right now I was talking to him about our compromise. He would stop starting wrestling matches during drum line if I would stop flaking. His exact words "You can stop flaking. I hate flakes."
Don't hate him for this, please. It is partially my fault. I can't help but have so much to do. And for the next two weeks, I have to babysit baby Hunter everyday after school. What am I to do then?
Please excuse me while I simultaneously shoot myself in the head and impale my heart onto a katana. At least I can do something twice at once.
