Queen of Rambles

My mom called and I’m worried about her. I think a nervous breakdown is imminent. I want to hop on a plane and go to her right this minute, but the soonest it can be done with reasonable financing is next week. I think Mike would kill me if I go. Buying a house makes this the worst time financially and logistically to hop a plane to Oregon, but if it saves my mother it would be worth it.

Why the nervous breakdown?

Two words: Drunken sister.

My dear, dear sister snapped her tibia in half while out partying on New Years Eve. She’s going to be in the hospital till at least Saturday, possibly longer if they have to amputate. She’s a diabetic and there’s a 50/50 chance they’ll have to remove it. Dandy!

Here’s the story as told by my mom:

My sister and her darling husband got restless on New Years Eve and started bugging the shit out of my mom. They wanted her to babysit, but she said no no a thousand times no. They were so annoying that she considered getting a hotel room for the night, but decided it wasn’t worth the money.

Around 3 pm she heard Br@xton crying in her bedroom. The kids and my sister had just arrived home from the drunken babysitter’s house. Braxton was cold and wet and L@ynee was crying. Very responsible parenting was going on.

My sister was complaining of a hurt leg, but too drunk to remember anything. There’s a reason my mom gets upset when my sister goes out and parties. Things happen. Bad things. Every time. She’s diabetic and can’t hold her liquor.

When she sobered up a little this morning it became obvious that her leg was broken so the neighbor came over and helped put her in a car for the drive up to the hospital and another neighbor took care of the baby.

No one could find Rob, of course. The drunkard had dissappeared as usual and was no use to anyone.

I think if someone hands my mom a gun she may very well shoot Rob in the head. I hope she can hold off until Thursday because he should be going to prison that day. If I could just fly out there Friday I could take over a lot of the babysitting duties, which I don’t want to do AT ALL but someone needs to do it.

My mom thought I should call my sister and try to cheer her up, but I don’t think calling and screaming disgusting profanities at her would be very cheering. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something nice to say to her, but at the moment I want to call her a stupid c*** (word I hate more than any other) for being so selfish and stupid and such a bad parent. I guess she is being punished enough what with the intense pain and possible leg amputation, but I get so tired of her selfish ass being the cause of so much stress and trouble for my mother and everyone around her.

It would be nice if my dad could chip in and help out a little, but he’s a drunk cripple so he’s no good to anyone. He can’t even stand up without assistance and he most certainly can’t be left alone with the children.

I wish I could just go and collect my mom and the kids and be done with all the drunkards but I think they call that kidnapping. I guess I could take away the phone and leave my sister upstairs. She has a broken leg so it would be awhile before she could report me.

I’m kidding.

Mostly.

We don’t have a way to transport four children.

In other news, I’ve been sugar free today. As soon as the clock struck 3 pm I started having my cravings. I’m still having them. So far I’ve resisted, but we’re only a few hours in to the new year. I’ve been much calmer and have found Erik much easier to deal with even though he peed on a stack of my fabric. If he would have done that yesterday Mike probably would have had to pull me off the ceiling, but today I took it fairly calmly. How can I be mean to this cute little face?

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