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The stepfather broke his foot four days before moving 100km back down to Sydney. He'll get a boot and can hobble, but he's not supposed to put any loadbearing weight on it.
Which means that the parentals are roping us into helping them move. Which...okay, I don't mind too much but...my weekend kind of went from 'only half there' to kind of non-existent.
B2 was supposed to be helping mum today, only her boss at work forgot to book a casual in to cover the shift that B2 was relinquishing...
You know, I really do understand why Stepbro 1 and his wife are in another country with little to no likelihood of coming back anytime soon.
And then an hour after Mum called asking for help...a group of church friends asked if we were all free for brunch tomorrow for one friend's 50th birthday. I told them to go ahead if scheduling got screwy for everyone else after this weekend. They have families, I don't, it's easier for them to find a time and place to meet.
But, you know, it kind of sucks, too.
I don't want to be married with a family. But lately I feel like it would be easier in terms of expectations, expected paths, and spaces where there are no paths because not many people have been there before me. Also, in spite of having two sisters and two stepbrothers, I am the responsible eldest who gets asked to do all the things...
My weekends going forward are kind of crazy anyway right now. And that's not even counting in the things I wanted to get done in the garden: potato beds and stuff.
And then B1 is accusing me of dropping the ball when it comes to things like cleaning the cat litter. Which...okay. But the dishes that I thought were going to be washed sat there in the sink for A WEEK while I worked 40 hours, travelled 10, did bible study, gardening, wrote story, started a quilt, and did all this on about 5 hours sleep a night.
Yes, I am dropping the ball on the litter and the laundry. But it would be nice not to be responsible for the outdoor things as well as half the indoor things.
I admit, I am starting to wonder if sharing with my sister is a bit like being married in the sense that you have someone who does considerably less than half their weight and then complains about the things they have to do.
So yes, if you hear about a train crisis in Sydney this evening due to someone throwing themselves in front of a train, it's probably me because I've had enough.
Which means that the parentals are roping us into helping them move. Which...okay, I don't mind too much but...my weekend kind of went from 'only half there' to kind of non-existent.
B2 was supposed to be helping mum today, only her boss at work forgot to book a casual in to cover the shift that B2 was relinquishing...
You know, I really do understand why Stepbro 1 and his wife are in another country with little to no likelihood of coming back anytime soon.
And then an hour after Mum called asking for help...a group of church friends asked if we were all free for brunch tomorrow for one friend's 50th birthday. I told them to go ahead if scheduling got screwy for everyone else after this weekend. They have families, I don't, it's easier for them to find a time and place to meet.
But, you know, it kind of sucks, too.
I don't want to be married with a family. But lately I feel like it would be easier in terms of expectations, expected paths, and spaces where there are no paths because not many people have been there before me. Also, in spite of having two sisters and two stepbrothers, I am the responsible eldest who gets asked to do all the things...
My weekends going forward are kind of crazy anyway right now. And that's not even counting in the things I wanted to get done in the garden: potato beds and stuff.
And then B1 is accusing me of dropping the ball when it comes to things like cleaning the cat litter. Which...okay. But the dishes that I thought were going to be washed sat there in the sink for A WEEK while I worked 40 hours, travelled 10, did bible study, gardening, wrote story, started a quilt, and did all this on about 5 hours sleep a night.
Yes, I am dropping the ball on the litter and the laundry. But it would be nice not to be responsible for the outdoor things as well as half the indoor things.
I admit, I am starting to wonder if sharing with my sister is a bit like being married in the sense that you have someone who does considerably less than half their weight and then complains about the things they have to do.
So yes, if you hear about a train crisis in Sydney this evening due to someone throwing themselves in front of a train, it's probably me because I've had enough.
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Yeah...that sounds like marriage to me.
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Is it your house? Does she pay rent?
It definitely sounds unfair and maybe it's time to draw up a chore chart and settle out an even distribution of chores, if that sounds like something she might take if not positively at the very least without a huge amount of anger/negativity?
I get those different expectations. There's a lot of leeway afforded parents with (especially very young, or multiple) children in terms of showing up to things, scheduling, being late, etc etc, that I, as a person who is a carer, often do not get afforded despite having just as reasonable a reason for being late/etc and it absolutely sucks. I think that's more an overall society thing, though - if you are outside "standard life progression" expectations people just... don't know how to categorise you and you end up isolated and/or judged. I don't have any answers on this front, just want to empathise.
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