Normally, I'm not one to rant and rave in a blog, especially when it comes to my life. But for the past two and a half weeks, I have been awoken by my mother-in-law at anywhere between 7:30AM and 9:30AM so that she can tell us that which we know already. That we have to get the house visitor ready for people who good odds have are not even going to stay, if even visit, for Thanksgiving. Normally, this time frame wouldn't be bad, but when you suffer from depression, insomnia, and have a sleep schedule built around a persons job hours of 11AM to 10PM, those hours are just shy of my classification of "Oh God" o'clock. Granted, living rent free is nice, but is that necessarily an acceptable price for a person to disregard any and all decency and/or respect of another? And then accuse them of laziness when the fruits of their works are all around for anyone to see? Granted, I'm unemployed. Been doing house/yard work like crazy to do my share. But, this interruption in the sleeping schedule is effecting everything. My mind fades in and out while in the middle of doing important tasks where attention is -extremely- important (i.e. driving). I can't even get my focus together enough for a bloody job interview. Who the hell is gonna hire a guy who doesn't look like he can formulate a proper sentence or looks like hell warmed over? It doesn't help that my unemployment was denied either (well, that didn't help the depression anyhow) of which I'm having to appeal because the woman I talked to apparently didn't listen to a word I said. (Another matter for another time, as my brain can't rant twice at once.) Don't get me wrong, on good days, I absolutely adore my mother-in-law. But with her developing mental issues and ever growing egomania, I almost miss my days living in the cab of my truck, scrounging for whatever I could find, stealing to survive, completely uncertain of where the next meal could come from or how much it would be. Sure, it was tough as hell. Sure I was malnourished. Of course I was constantly berated by police due to anti-homeless laws. But at least two to three times a week, I got a decent nights sleep and didn't have to cater to an ego that skips like a broken record about "how hard she worked to put herself through college, working hard through high school, that only I know what suffering is, that only I know what being tired is, that only I work and everyone else is a layabout lazybone".

I know when I married my wife, my mother-in-law told me I was getting into a "meshuga" family. Didn't realize she meant that it was only her, to such an extent that she makes up for the lack of insanity for the rest of us.