Monday Monday…isn’t that a song?

It’s the start of the week again, like you didn’t already know that. Today’s forecast, hot and muggy and a High of 91, oh the fun we shall have in the heat.
This weekend, I worked of course and then came home to have a sit with Mom and my Pops. He was no where to be found, working my little brother into the ground to “man him up”. I can imagine the things he did and said to him. I remember one Saturday he did the “man up” day for me, I picked up rocks and moved things and dug drainage ditches. It was like he was trying to kill me in a slow way, the whole time insulting and correcting on every move. Looking back now I see his whole game plan and how he intended to break me.
Anyway, Mom has been clearly upset with him and these actions of the past month or so. She won’t talk to him during breakfast or dinner; she’s always out now with G or taking Lori to do things. Pops sleeps in the apartment garage.
We can not understand why he’s decided to make us public enemy number one, well I’ve always been on that list since around the age of thirteen. I never have liked anyone telling me what to do and he loves to tell you what to do = Oil and Water for us.
Why Jacks? He was the prodigal son to him; he drew as well or better than he, Jacks wants to be an architect as well. He’s a good guy, a bit clumsy at times with others but he holds his own. Doesn’t do drugs and rarely drinks, in fact he hates to drink or see people waste there bodies like that. Ever since Mom fell sick Pops has back lashed at us all in one way or another. Hell, we all hate that she’s sick; she has her good and bad days. That doesn’t mean we need to take each other out over it.
He tells us over and over, how tough life is, how you need to think hard and fast in life, there are many idiotic people out there looking out for them selves. Ok, that’s fine and good to know, doesn’t mean you need to pound it in us to prove your point.
Truthfully, he’s not put a finger on me in a long time, he did draw his fist back one night, and I just stood there and dared him to do it, his fist dropped and he grumbled and walked away. Now to get Jacks to that point, he won’t defend himself, he just stands there and will take it, or walk out of the house if Lori or Mom is home.
We were all hoping to luck out and Pops go back to the gulf this weekend but he will stick around for another month or so. Good thing for Jacks he’s leaving for school this weekend and won’t be home till Thanksgiving. Bad for me because I will have to put up with the idiot a while longer, its ok I can deal with him.