“Whatever I was hungry for when I met Susan, I couldn’t have known how much more satisfying what I got would be.”
Why should you be the only one to take care of your mother? What about your other siblings? Seems to be unfair.
I ask myself that question about 87 times a day.
‘My brothers are assholes’ is probably the shortest answer. They think they’re too fucking manly to play nurse maid to the goddamn woman who gave them life. I guess you just have to have a uterus to do that job. Sexist bastards…
Ahh I’m sorry again!
I didn’t go anywhere. I’ve just been suddenly saddled with a little more than I can deal with, to be honest.
My mother tore her rotator-cuff and had to have surgery, so as the youngest child and only girl, I have to be around 24/7 to take care of her for 6 weeks (and somehow still go to work every other day).
And my boyfriend had to fly back to Ireland for a few weeks because his grandfather is really sick and this might be the last time he can get to see him. So, I’m swimming in this guilt now, wishing I could be there for him like he was for me.
Then, my best friend’s babysitter quit unexpectedly leaving her with no one to watch her son while she works the night shift, and I stupidly said I’d watch him, so now I get very little sleep. Or time to myself.
And of course, on top of that all, my laptop’s keyboard decides to fucking stop working, so I had to take it to the assholes at the Geek Squad (though I did shamelessly wear my avengers tank top and a push-up bra so they were a little more helpful than usual).
God, why do I feel this need to just fucking take care of everybody!?
So, in summary, I am clearly losing my mind, taking on all this crap. And tumblr time is suffering because of it.
3 of my co-workers sincerely thought that Europe was a country.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry…
Question: Who died?
No offense, but this question asked as anon is a bit stalker-ish.
She was a 91 year old BAMF that I met doing community service years ago. Her family kinda adopted me as their own after a while. She will be missed.
I always reblog for the last stanza