Queen of Rambles

When I was at the playground tonight one of the moms asked me if Mike had told me about the fight at the playground. He hadn’t. I figured he just hadn’t had the chance since I was sleeping a lot of the afternoon and he was at work most of the evening.

Apparently the lady who sends her trillion children outside to play unsupervised somehow managed to get off her lazy ass and come outside when one of the children reported that Johnny* was hitting him. Johnny wasn’t hitting him. He was probably hitting Johnny.

Anyway, the mom comes out and tells the kid to beat Johnny’s ass. Johnny’s mother is not about to stand for this and tells the lady she’ll have Johnny beat her son’s ass (and this is NOT the way Johnny’s mother usually talks or acts). It sounds like it was a big, loud mess.

I just asked Mike about it and he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. He missed the whole thing. Either he wasn’t there or he wasn’t observant. I’m not sure which way to bet. I’ll never forget the time we were walking out of the Target in a big mall and several police officers had two boys down on the ground in cuffs. Everyone was yelling. It was quite the scene. Afterwards I tried to gossip with Mike about it but he hadn’t seen a thing.

He cracks me up.

My sister and her friends, however, do not crack me up.

My sister is determined to get a pony to put in the pasture of her new place. She hasn’t even moved in yet because they don’t have enough money to move. How can they afford to buy a horse in the first place, much less maintain one. She made a post about it on Facebook and I told her I thought she was off her rocker. We talk to each other that way, so it wasn’t like it was that rude.

Her friend came out with guns blazing telling me what a horrible person I am to humiliate her in a public space. I don’t think it’s that humiliating. Anyone who knows her the least little bit knows she’s off her rocker. Apparently some people find that endearing.

I made a reply back that I actually care about her and her children and think getting a horse is a horrible idea and I’d be remiss if I didn’t say it.

Oh boy! Did you know I am a horrible, wretched person? I think I’m better than my sister (can’t deny it–or at least I’ve made much better choices and my life is much better). I didn’t go to my grandma’s funeral to offer my sister the support and assistance she needed. I have never been there for my sister with a non-judgemental ear. I should be her bumper whenever she needs it (I have no clue what that even means). On and on and on! I couldn’t really respond because if I brought up all the history we had it would humiliate my sister in a public space with her friends. I just want to find that bitch and pull her hair out. I did get in a zinger, but not much of one–something about it being really supportive of her to drop her 56 kids off for my sister to babysit for a week at a time.

I just don’t understand why I would ever be a non-judgemental ear for my sister to call. Why would anyone expect that of me? I suppose some sibling relationships are like that, but I’m not her counselor. I have no desire to be her counselor. It’s not my job to try to put her life together for her. It’s not my job to take care of her. That’s a job for her husband and her friends and her professional counselor (oh how I wish she had one!). The girl kept harping on Lexie’s grandma dying as a reason I should be there for her. She didn’t seem to make the connection that my grandma died as well. I can’t be a grief counselor for someone else right now. I really don’t need to listen to all this crap about what a horrible person I am right now.

I almost removed my sister from my FB friends list just so I wouldn’t be tempted look at this nonsense. I tried to click the remove from friends button several times but it didn’t seem to be working.

Did I mention that I am never going back to Oregon? Ugh.

Ok, so I probably will go back at some point but if I do plan a trip next summer I am going to have a very long talk with my sister, laying out boundaries. This girl had better not show her face or I might take it off. Then I would be in jail and this girl would feel justified in thinking I was a horrible person.

I guess it sounds really crappy of me to say who can and can’t come visit my sister when I’m in town, but my sister doesn’t even live with my mom. I’m just talking about what happens at my mom’s house. I can not handle another trip where she is babysitting a bajillion kids. Or more accurately, she is going to Wal-Mart while no one at all (translates to me as the only responsible adult) is babysitting a bajillion kids. Why do you need to bring a bunch of friends and kids over to your parent’s house while your out of state sibling is in town anyway?

*Not his real name by a long shot

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