Dad, believe it or not, took a day off on Friday to take care of Mum, because she was still not feeling well. I think he needed a day off of work himself, too, and he looked a little ill himself. If Dad gets ill, I’ll have to take care of two people. It’s difficult enough as it is taking care of myself. How do Mums do this? Taking care of an entire family. Mothers deserve some kind of medal or reward for this un(der)paid 24-hour job. Why isn’t anybody funding this!? Anyhow, whatever it is that’s been bugging us all, it is kind of running in the family. Grandma was supposed to be coming tomorrow, but Dad said it was best for her not to come. I think this was one of the few times he was actually happy to call Grandma.
Dad is somewhat of a work-a-holic. Whereas Mum is a food-a-holic and Internet recently taught me that she’s on a seafood diet: she sees food and eats it. Dad used to say that she was on a cucumber diet. When you are on a cucumber diet you are allowed to anything but cucumbers. If it’s supposed to make you fat, it is working for Mum. Today they had a good talk about Mum’s health and especially the part concerning her weight. Dad showed her some pictures from two years ago and Mum has really gained a lot of weight in that short time. Mum decided to go on a real diet for a change, but she needs some help. Dad is going to find someone for her to help her with that. Maybe it improves her cooking skills as well. I call upon the almighty Spaghetti Monster to give her the skills of cooking, Ramen!
I was getting a little bored being home and not feeling well, so I started reading a little book called The Gospel Of The Flying Spaghetti Monster (given to me by Auntie D. when my parents weren’t looking). On hand it’s hilarious, on the other hand it’s quite disturbing and I don’t know what to think about it. Should this be taken seriously? I think I know too little about these things and I dare not ask Mum. I think she’d be offended by it for some reason. I’m not giving it to Dad either, for it might give him ammo in his arguments with Mum. At first I wanted to hide the book under the mattress, but then I figured that it was quite a cliché spot to hide a certain kind of magazine and also the first spot parents check to see if their kids are hiding those magazines. That’s why I hid it some place they’ll never look: the bookshelf.
It’s nearly weekend and I have a lot of catching up on homework to do. I am doing this project on the history of America. So, I’m reading about Pilgrim fathers, (Amer)Indians, colonies, laws, tea-parties (how British) and all kinds of important dead people. Actually, it’s quite interesting to read about these things though I often wonder whether it truly happened the way it was written down. I wasn’t there to witness anything myself, so I’ll just have to go by what others have written down and accept that as the truth. Though I can’t help thinking about 1984 and the Ministry of Truth.
See me tomorrow.