Queen of Rambles

I can’t wait for tomorrow. I wish the plane was leaving at 5:30 am instead of 5:30 pm. I can’t get out of here soon enough.

Today was another bad day.

Why do these bad days always revolve around my sister?

She called and asked what we were doing. Nothing, of course. I said Erik would like to play with his cousins one last time since we were leaving. She said they’d be over in a while.

Three hours later she showed up with eight children. EIGHT. Why the fuck does any 32 year old woman need to collect children who aren’t her own flesh and blood? She’s like Michael Jackson. She can’t be without her kiddie entourage. She finds them in the neighborhood or they are her friends’ children. She has them spend the night or the weekend. They love it because there are no rules or structure. I have no idea why she loves it.

They were mostly older than her kids–one of the girls just turned 10. Her birthday present was to spend the weekend at my sister’s house. All I can say about this is “what the fuck?” Seriously. I do not understand this at all. You couldn’t pay me to have a bunch of preteens spend the night at my house, much less a whole weekend.

Do you think Erik got to play with his cousins? Nope.

And do you think she supervises them?

Nope.

And she doesn’t drag them everywhere, either. She just expects whoever is at the house to watch them. She brought all these kids, then took off for 2 or 3 hours. She said one of the older girls would watch them all, but do you really think an 11 year old can handle 7 younger kids? I think not.

Then one of her friends showed up with four more kids. She seemed like a nice girl (woman? she has five kids), but she didn’t lift a finger to handle her kids.

Really, they were all pretty good kids, but you throw that many kids into the mix and they are going to scream and yell and drive me crazy.

While this was all going on, my sister was having a phone fight with her husband. He went to Phoenix last week to work and go to motorcycle repair school. My sister drove down with him (who knows why?) then flew up here. He decided he wants to come home, but has no money. So then my sister had to beg and cry and finally talked my mom into sending money down to him. It will be paid back. Not. Does my mother EVER say no to this girl? I guess that’s a stupid question. If someone would tell her no once in a while she might behave a little differently.

Anyway, at one point she had to go to Wal-Mart and told my niece she could go with her. Then she took off without her, causing the poor child to have the mother of all melt downs. She ran out the door, trying to chase the van and my mom had to catch her. It was heart rending to see. This poor girl was crying for her mom most of the day, but my sister totally ignored her, preferring to lavish attention on the older girls. I spoke up about it a few times and was ignored.

Eventually I had enough and grabbed Erik with a vague plan on getting the hell out of dodge. Erik wouldn’t cooperate and put his clothes on, so I let him with my mom and went to Wal-Mart for a couple of hours.

My sister told my mom that if she would have known she was a problem she just would have left, but she doesn’t care since I think she’s a piece of shit anyway. I wouldn’t have termed it as such, but I certainly can’t deny it. All my life I’ve lived with the bitterness between my uncle’s family and our family because my uncle has a nice life and our family is a piece of shit. I guess now I get to be like my uncle. The kids will be turned against me and I probably won’t get to know them at all. Maybe when they are older they’ll figure it out, but it will be way too late.

My mom drives me crazy too. I love her, but I can’t love her other daughter and I can’t keep my trap shut and she has to defend her other daughter to me and there’s no defense. “Ohhhhhh, she just likes to be social. Ohhhhhhh, she just likes a lot of action. Ohhhhhhh, she means well.” Sorry, but a 32 year old woman can’t be social with little kids. That’s stupid. And she means well? Maybe, maybe not. But she needs to use her fucking brain once in a while and figure out she needs to take care of her own children before she invites the neighborhood to be a part of her happening social scene.

And that’s not even mentioning the fact that her husband has defrauded my grandma out of tens of thousands of dollars and my sister’s belief is that my grandma should have just paid the cards off because she’s rich and doesn’t need many anyway. Yeah. I’d say she’s a piece of shit. I hate to say that about my own sister, but sometimes you just have to call a spade a spade.

But tomorrow I am going home! I’m free! And I’m not coming back! I used to be able to handle her somewhat. When she first had Braxton and Laynee she was a fairly decent mother. She didn’t do things like I would do them and she drove me crazy, but she wasn’t just plain negligent like she is now. She gets bored easily, which I suppose is the problem. How sad to get bored of your own children. Those kids are going to need so much counseling. Heck. They need counseling now. I think that’s the only way Braxton is going to stop pooping his pants. I asked her today if she had Brax registered for kindergarten and she had no idea what I meant. She thinks she can register him the first day of school. I suppose they can’t turn him away, but that is not the ideal way to do things.

I’m sick of it and I’m done. Someone hold me to it.

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