I don’t do crap with my weekends. Lately I have actually been hating my weekends, because it means I am forced to be at home since I don’t have many friends irl or a car atm. I live with my mom and four of my siblings at my great grandparent’s house. It is a very dysfunctional household even though the neighborhood my great grandparents live in is so beautiful. I’m basically back to how I used to live when I was in HS and my family all lived here back then, too. It’s just chaotic. It’s a three bedroom house with eight people living in it. Which means I have no privacy. My aunt also continously leaves my badtail little cousin over here on the weekends so she can have a break from him, but that means that we have to deal with him. And since I’m here I’m usually the one helping babysit him with my great grandma. My great grandpa is continously verbally abusing my great grandma and he also is always fixing something around the house or complaining that something needs to be fixed around the house (even when it doesn’t). I think it gives him something to do, though so I kind of understand why he does it. But I still don’t like that he does it. He’s retired, sickly, and is sort of mean to anyone he sees as less than him. I just want him and my great grandma to be happy, but my great grandma and him just have a broken marriage that caused me to want to leave their house in the first place and was the reason why i went to love with my mom. My brother Xavier battles mentally illness (schizophrenic) and won’t take his medication or get help. So, lately he’s been in a religious state where he’s just been acting really off. So, I have to deal with that. And yeah...basically I just dislike my weekends lately because they go by so slowly. I just want them to be over with so I can get to the week and be able to get out and away from this house.
D&D session on Friday (still need to hammer out the location), then Saturday I'm having lunch with my mom and dad for my dad's birthday. We're also gonna finish up moving the rest of our stuff from our old place to the new place, or at least take enough stuff where James' cousin can start using that room for storage.