feel imprisoned at home waiting for calls and watching my mom cave:
12:50 p.m. 2007-06-12

I hate feeling imprisoned like I do here right now. It is pretty frustrating not having the freedom to go out when I want because someone may call about the appartment or come in person. If I do want to go out I have to go through the hassle of forwarding the phone. Forwarding the phone to my mother where she is staying with her boyfriend presents two hassles: one is the actual process of forwarding the phone which is not as easy as advertised but also having to inform my mother on where I am going and when I will be back. I feel like a prisoner having to check in and out like this!

Another frustrating thing is how my mom caved on the price of the appartment and how I actually respect her on her stance to bring in a higher quality of clientele and not settling for less. What does she do then? Lower the price of the appartment upon her boyfriend's recommendation because he is tired of paying for the advertising apparently. She will have rif-raf here and they will bring trouble with them. All I know is she better not complain to me about it.

All this reminds me how I must get out from under this three ring circus which my mother is ring master of. I must get my own life and concentrate on my own priorities instead of hers always or most often then not.