Today was clean up and hide things day.
Raven and the kids are coming down to spend the night tomorrow.
School around here starts back the end of July, the first of August.
Raven sounds dissatisfied with his new job.My guess is that this is a prelude to them all moving back in with me.
I may be completely unnatural, but I don't want to start that again.
Cowboy is perfectly fine with it, but he's not the one who cleans up their mess or has to deal with the noise and disruption.
He has the ability to go to sleep and shut everything out.
Badger and I are the ones dealing with the aftermath.
If I say I don't want them down here every single weekend, then I'm a horrible person.
I should be ashamed of myself.
Well, no, I shouldn't.
A thirty-four-year-old man should be capable of holding down a job and finding a place for him and his kids to live other than his parents’ spare bedroom.
Keep in mind, this is a three-bedroom house with one bathroom.
Raven brings in four extra bodies, five counting him, to squeeze in here.
I'm perfectly fine with seeing my kids and grandkids and visiting with them.
I just don't want to live with them.
Yeah, I know.
Badger tells me to shut up.
She doesn't want to hear it either.
There were a lot of swing-sitting and Badger woodworking, so the day wasn't a full workday.
I refuse to do a deep clean.
It's useless.
Today is just one of those days.
I really don't feel like writing anything down.
I wasn't made for family.
I was made to be a swamp witch living way out in the boonies with a ton of cats.
At heart, I'm most content alone doing what I want when I want to do it.
Cowboy's one of six kids.
He grew up in chaos and noise and mess.
His mom and dad always had their doors open to anyone who wanted to dump their child for a month or more, and I wish that was a joke.
Cowboy grew up surrounded by cousins moving in and out of his house like a revolving door.
My cousins and I lived with my grandmother, but she made it perfectly clear the house was her house.
We were to follow rules, and we would be, well, she preferred we not be seen or heard.
OK, my grumpy butt is going back outside to sulk with the fireflies.
4 comments:
You are not being unreasonable. To expect you to sit in a corner and shut your mouth is unreasonable. Perhaps Raven does what he does because he can? We both grew up with 'my house, my rules' and there is nothing actually wrong with that.At the very least the children should know manners.
I don't want to overstep, but I do want you to know I am on your side on this!
Sandra: Thank you. It helps to hear that. I appreciate knowing you're on my side, that means a lot.
I honestly think my son is oblivious. He has ADHD, and I've always suspected undiagnosed autism. I just don't think it occurs to him how some of these things come across.
I agree with you, though. At the very least, children should know basic manners. Have you been around kids these days? It seems like so many parents just don't teach common courtesy anymore. If I had walked up to my grandpa and kicked him, then told him no, my grandmother would have snatched me up so fast my head would have spun, and I wouldn't have sat down for a week. These kids face so few consequences for their actions, and I don't mean just my son's kids. It seems to be a much bigger problem than that.
At this point in your life you deserve to have peace, especially in your home! You raised your kids and should not have to have your grandchildren living with you, I love mine more than anything but I don't want them living with me! I'm sorry you are going through that!
Thank you, Jeanette that means a lot.
You’re right: at this point in my life I do deserve peace, especially at home.
I love my grandchildren more than anything, but I never expected to have them living with me long-term.
I appreciate your kind words, it does help to feel understood.
Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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