My sister drove me to all of my doctor appointments, and has helped me get my medical card and stuff (which is on it's way in the mail, and I can't wait to get it!) But lately, the decisions she's been making is making me so angry at her. She used to cry about wanting to see the girls, and now she can see them every Wednesday (Chad's even letting her see them any other time during the week she's here), but guess what? Now she makes excuses. This Wednesday when me and Rob were lost trying to find our way back to Highland she texts me and tells me her and Matt are going to hangout. Which is one of Rob's friends. I asked her if that's why she's not staying the night and she said no, she has a bad sore throat. Ok, so you can't spend the night and be with your girls, but you can go hangout with a guy until 3 in the morning that night? Makes no sense to me.
If you're going to have kids, take responsibility for them. There's no way I could go without my baby. Now she's telling me that she's going to go stay with him tonight in Mt. Vernon for a few nights. How about men come second to your children? How about they don't come at all with the situation you're in? It's enough that we have to take care of them all week, while she runs around and does whatever the hell she wants. Don't get me wrong, I don't want her to have them back, but it's so much. Chad is a truck driver and he's only home Friday night-Sunday. So basically, my parents are raising kids again in their mid/late 50's.
My mom deserves some kind of award. She works her ass off, cleans, cooks, and takes care of the girls. I don't know how she does it! Me and my brother try to help as much as we can, but now that I'm pregnant, I can't pick them up, or carry the clothes basket to the basement. I have to have someone do it, and then I sort it. I litterally vacuumed 3 times yesterday because the girls kept getting stuff on the front room floor. If I had her life, I'd be exaughsted. She needs a break.
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