After Cowboy went to work, Badger and I took a walk around our block.
Part of her therapy is to get out of the house, get some exercise and fresh air.
That was accomplished.
Then we watched the “X-Files” movie.
Did you know they made movies for the TV show?
We kind of did, kind of didn’t know.
We were watching the next show in the series, and they were going on about Scully seeing a UFO for real.
Then, well, the show wasn’t making a lick of sense even though it followed the one we saw yesterday. Badger got smart, started Googling, and there was a movie in between the two shows.
You had to watch the movie in order to make sense of the next show in the series.
Of course the movie wasn’t available for free, so we had to rent the thing.
But at least the show finally made sense.
Long‑winded way of saying we’ve sat on our rear ends and watched TV.
I should have been cleaning and catching up on laundry and clearing everything out of the bathroom, but you know what?
This is my house.
If I want my house to look like a garbage dump, I will.
If I want to leave dangerous chemicals in my bathroom, I will.
I’m tired of having to childproof every single weekend.
My kids are all grown up.
If they’re stupid enough to go lick toilet bowl cleaner, well, that’s on them.
Raven’s kids are old enough, and that includes Vier, that they should have been taught not to prowl when they’re guests in someone’s house.
I shouldn’t have to go in and remove everything in my bathroom until the bathroom is bare naked.
I shouldn’t have to deep clean just in case the kids find something to break, eat, or use as a weapon.
I’m done with it.
To be honest, I’ve started sending Raven house‑for‑rent ads.
Three years in October, and I’ve reached the end of my rope.
I’ve always said my kids could come home anytime and we’ll make a room for them.
But when one of them shows up with four kids of their own, well, that’s a bit different.
At some point it’s got to sink in this isn’t sustainable long term and barely works short term.
Yep, as Badger says, I’m freaking cranky today.
I’m heading off.
Tomorrow’s town day.
Cowboy is back to opening up a can of beef stew for his weekend rations.
Badger and I refuse to even try to cook on the weekends.
Usually Raven is sprawled out in the kitchen making food for him and the kids.
Nope, he doesn’t share, and the kids are running, screaming in and out of the kitchen.
The kitchen will have dishes piled to the ceiling because Raven can’t clean up after himself.
So we refuse to try to cook.
We survive on cereal, Badger has a mini fridge in her room.
Come October, it’ll be three years, and this old bird is just over it.
Grandparents shouldn’t live with their grandchildren.
They should visit, spoil, and send home.
2 comments:
You aren't cranky. You have reached your limit. Actually you have stretched past your limit. As an adult, staying with parents is a stop-gap, not a permanent solution. Bringing along four children would make it a very short temporary situation. I know Cowboy doesn't want to rock the boat but I think he needs to understand fro you, the boat isn't rocking. It's sinking. I have opinions!
Sandra: I really appreciate you saying that. Honestly, I’m beyond any limits I ever thought I had. We love helping our kids when they need it, but there comes a point when, as an adult, you have to look around and realize things can’t keep going the way they have been.
My oldest son moved in and brought his daughter on the weekends, but he had a goal and a plan, and he was in his own place within a year. My middle son, though… he’s just floating along happily with no plans at all.
Husband doesn’t see a problem because this is exactly how he grew up. His mom and dad would take in every cousin who needed a place to stay, and their house was always full—chaos, noise, bedlam. I didn’t grow up that way. I grew up in a strict house with rules and order.
I think that’s why it’s starting to feel like too much for me. I’m not trying to make waves or be harsh, but I also know we can’t keep going exactly like this—and right now, I just don’t see a solution.
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