See the thing with this party... it's not like I have a say in what they do here, since it's their house. Not holding this party would be tantamount to canceling Christmas, so no matter how much I really needed to spend this week and this coming weekend working on my thesis (and needed a quiet house instead of one bustling with cleaning and the constant nagging to help clean, because obviously I have NOTHING better to do...), they are only concerned with getting ready for the party. And whereas I want to be able to focus on schoolwork and my job work, I now have to halt all progress and focus on getting my room clean (even though I really want to just lock the door) and cleaning the common areas of the house where I keep things, like my painting studio that is in the kitchen, where most of the party always congregates. Also, I don't really want to see a bunch of family and my parents' friends because honestly, I'd rather put my head down and finish my thesis, or have a quiet weekend at home. This party literally couldn't come at a worse time, and I am completely dreading it.
This is to say nothing of what it's going to do to my diet, which is going dreadfully in terms of progress (I weighed myself, it's not good). Anyway, on with the day.
Breakfast, 1pm
- ham and cheese on Lite whole-grain English muffin
- navel orange
- 12 oz. Coke Cherry Zero
While preparing this, I read the nutrition information on the English muffins and was pleasantly surprised that they are only 100 calories, so they do count as just one bread (this was a disagreement I had with my mother), and that they have 8 grams of dietary fiber to boot. Not bad.
It is also worth noting that this was the last of the caffeinated soda in the house, which has put me in a terrible mood. Both of my parents cannot function without coffee or tea in the morning (I don't really do well with either - the acidity burns holes in my stomach), yet they couldn't care less about when we run out of soda. My father seems to view it primarily as a mixer for rum drinks, and my mother doesn't really care what she drinks, but will drink all the soda if it's there, then not worry about replacing it. I know this is my own neurosis, but it is SO annoying.
Lunch, 5pm
- beef tacos with cheese, salsa, lettuce, tomatoes, pickled jalapeños and fresh cilantro
- 24 oz. water (np)
I made these from leftovers a little before dinner, in the middle of tense conversations with both of my parents. They were fine, but I didn't enjoy them the way I usually love tacos because I was in the middle of a terrible day. Ugh.
Dinner, 8pm
- turkey tostada made with ground turkey, salsa, spices, reduced-fat Cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, sliced avocado, pickled jalapeños, and fresh cilantro on a whole wheat wrap
- 24 oz water (np)
My mother kind of annoyed the bejesus out of me while cooking these. Last week I tried showing her how to make them, and she wouldn't pay attention. Then I explained it about five or six times and said it's really the same exact preparation as tacos, just with turkey. When she was buying groceries for the week, I said I cannot cook anything until after Wednesday because of this stupid deadline for school stuff, and she bought groceries for meals that she claims only I know how to cook. Disregarding that she's the one who taught me how to make tacos in the first place, who doesn't know how to make tacos?!
Gah. Today is really frustrating. Anyway, this tostada was messy and the wrap fell apart whenever I tried to make something I could hold. I was also disgusted and annoyed because my family has somehow gotten in the habit of eating dinner in the TV room. This wouldn't be so bad, except that room has only two armchairs in it for furniture, and my dad uses the spare kitchen chair they bring in as a table. So my options are usually to ask him to stop using it as a table and sit in the greasy spot where he spilled turkey meat (I did that last night) or sit on the floor with my back to the radiator, with two big dogs panting in my face. I absolutely hate eating in that room, and I'd finally had it and decided to eat the rest of my dinner at the dining room table like a person.
Dessert, 9pm
- Yoplait Light yogurt, red velvet cake flavor
- sliced kiwi
I'm not sure I even really tasted this. I was fuming over stupid arguments with my parents and frustration about not being able to concentrate on work. There is literally not a single room in the house where I can do schoolwork right now, and they couldn't care less. They don't actually realize that if I can't get this work done, I will not graduate, and my father keeps harping on that if I really wanted to, I could write my thesis in three days. He has no idea what he's talking about, nor does my mother, because neither of them have written a graduate dissertation before, but they seem to think it's just a big paper. I want to cry.
Late-night Snack, 11pm
- bowl of tomato soup with basil, salt and fresh cracked pepper
- 16 oz. Crystal Light lemonade (np)
I had closed myself up in my room trying to get anything done, and I couldn't concentrate because my parents were bickering about something and coming in literally every few minutes to talk to me about nonsense. I took a break on Facebook, where my mom started IMing me, pestering me to play my word in Scrabble. I nearly threw my computer out the window and told her I was going to drive to the store to buy soda and while I was there I was going to get cookies too, since it doesn't matter what I do this week, the whole diet is going to get ruined this weekend. She responded by saying if I do get cookies, only get enough for myself because she has no self control if they're in the house. Then nagged me about laundry, while the machines were still full of her laundry and like, the sheets to the guest bed and curtains and stuff.
I went downstairs and decided to have soup and found the dregs of a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge. I was so tired and had such a caffeine-deprivation headache by this point that I just slurped down both and went to bed, annoyed beyond belief.
Summary
Today was a stupid, frustrating day. I want to move out of my parents' house immediately, but I have nowhere to go. That's how I started living here in the first place, and that's the same situation I'll be in IF I am able to graduate. My life is enormously stupid.