What sucks is having to spend two hours putting your sister to bed (finally getting her in bed around 1:30) because your sister is so shockingly spoiled. And I’m not talking about spoiled in the all-older-siblings-feel-their-younger-siblings-are-spoiled. This is more along the lines of she-reminds-me-of-those-royal-spoiled-kids-on-TV-who-are-given-their-every-whim. I mean, if something doesn’t happen she’s really going to end up as some sort of Paris Hilton-esque egomaniac. I just don’t know what to do. But what sucks the most is the reason why I had to put Emma to bed. I had to put her to bed because my mom won’t put her to bed because 9:00-11:00 is the prime time for her to talk on the phone with the assorted men she’s met from LDS mingle.
Talk. To men. When her husband has been in the grave less then two months.
It’s just so rude. And selfish. And heartless.
And then what’s sucks the more is that the next morning when I wanted nothing more then to sleep in, beautiful, glorious, luxurious, comfortable sleep, I couldn’t. Nope. Because I PROMISED Michaela I would take her out and I HAD TO KEEP MY PROMISE. Because that’s how it is for Michaela. She’s been lied to pretty much ceaselessly from birth, so if you say you will do something, YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR PROMISE.
So take her out I did.
Yay yay yay. Sorry for the pity party folks, but sometimes I feel the need to vent. My life doesn’t suck so much, but sometimes it does a little bit. And so I come here to express it.
Sarah-Lucy, I’m glad you delurked. I clicked over here to leave a comment, read your blog, and immediately felt small and idiotic for whining about my problems. Wow, if there is anyone who is completely entitled to venting, it’s gotta be you. I’m so sorry for your loss and for what you are dealing with.
Even though my relationship with my dad was not very good, some of what you’ve written feels so familiar. I lost my dad 13 years ago, when I was 23 (holy crap, I’m old). My youngest brother was 5 and my youngest sister was 8. My mom IMMEDIATELY moved on, in a completely inappropriate way. I can really relate. I had almost no relationship with my mom for about ten years because I couldn’t handle the choices she was making. I couldn’t understand how she could be so selfish, and how she could be so unfeeling about what she was putting my siblings through. She couldn’t see cause and effect. It was like she was a teenager again. It was a really hard time for everyone.
I’m not sure why I’m telling you that, just to say – I think I can kind of understand. And I’m so, so sorry for your loss and your pain.