The countdown begins
Before I go into my rant, I’ll give you a little background. My sister moved in with me on January 1, she relocated from ND and has a great job. Her 14 year old daughter didn’t want to move here and is now living with her dad back in ND. She has two friends (twins) that she doesn’t want to leave.
I work from home, running two businesses and I babysit for my granddaughter. My husband, Poor Scotty, works in NC all week and is only home on the weekends.
You should also know that I get really pissed if something you do creates more work for me. Remember those hand-wash only glasses? If you use one and don’t wash it…more work for me. Got rid of them at the garage sale. Not sure if they sold or went to goodwill.
So, you can imagine the extra work (not to mention the higher utility bills) for me when my sister is here. Now add her daughter for two months (this is the countdown) and I’m ready to go off the deep end. When I first learned that Kd was coming for two months I was excited. I imagined her playing with Ly (granddaughter) during the day, going for walks around the block, being in the backyard, you know, normal stuff. My thoughts were ‘wow am I going to be able to get a lot done in those two months.’ What a fool I was.
This girl has no social skills that I’m aware of other than following her mom around like a puppy. When her mom isn’t here she is in her room with the door closed. She spends all her time on her laptop. I’ve told her to not be a stranger, bring your stuff out. But no, she’d prefer to be a hermit.
She appears when her mom gets home and acts as though she’s been out and about all day. Oh, and she’s always there when it comes to shopping or eating. When she first got here I asked her if she was hoping to make a friend…NO. She was almost appalled at the idea.
I find out yesterday that before Kd goes home, my sister is planning on flying her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson out here so Kd can fly back with them. Oh joy. Where are you going to put them all? I have a small three bedroom house. My room, Kd’s room (I could use the space), and my office. Sister is currently living in my unfinished basement. It’s probably about 500 square feet and is packed with all the furniture from her house. Ugh… don’t get me started on the mess she has down there. So again, I ask you where are you going to put the extra family.
She thinks nothing of ‘oh they can sleep on your couch.’ Really? What about during the day? Will you take those days off and get them out of here? Or will I have to put up with them on top of babysitting and trying to run my businesses?
The extra work created for me from just two other people living there 1) twice as much garbage I have to take out every day, 2) I swear I run the dishwasher twice a day 3) I’m spending more time trying to explain to Ly ‘where’s Kd?’ 4) they let the dog out then forget, so I’m jumping up from working to let him in when he’s barking at the back door 5) they let the dog upstairs and then forget about it, so I’m putting him back down stairs because he’s in the safe place I’ve created for Ly 6) the baby gate isn’t always closed, so instead of being confident that she’s safe when she goes into the living room, I go make sure its closed 7) and it’s costing me more money to have you here.
I feel that if you are living here for any extended period of time, you are not a guest. You live here, therefore you help clean, you pay attention to what is going on in or around the house. If something needs to be done…DO IT!
What I’d love to say is "Get your selfish ass out of that bedroom and get a life." "Just cleaning your room and your bathroom doesn’t help, you do ‘live’ in the whole house." "The little bit of rent you pay doesn’t cover it." But I keep my mouth shut.
And I’m The Bitch?
