I have always have a dysfunctional family. I don't mean that in a bad way, really, I just mean we all have messed up lives.
My mother did her best to hold us together and I became head chef of our little household when she couldn't.
I'm still head chef of the "Guy" family.
I've been working 2 jobs since Christmas. Its not fun, though I like most of the people I work with at job 2.
I'm tired all the time and I'm trying to keep up with as much as I can.
No one in my house does much to help.
I ask one to run the sweeper in their room, because one cat likes to leave crime scene fur marks on the carpet..does he do it?
Will he dust his room?
HELL NO.
I feed him. I get his allergy meds...etc...and he lives in my HOUSE. He is not my child.
He helps clean up after the animals...garbage and puts dishes away.
Anything else, is like pulling teeth.
Then there's my sister, who got herself into a SITUATION.
I feed her every night. Heck, I make sure there's peanut butter at least, in case she needs lunch. She's working 2 jobs until Sunday, when her better paying job starts.
Its only been 5 months since mom has been gone. I don't want to alienate family, but I'm not anyone's mother, or caretaker.
I don't mind feeding people, when I have to cook.
I just wish cups weren't left on my counters that are dirty or on other furniture....or if just once someone would freaking do a dish besides me. Working 12.5 hours at least 4 days a week is not fun and yes, I'm complaining but only because NO ONE IS HELPING ME with some little things.