Friday, November 20, 2009

Please Send Me Back to the Cabbage Patch

Peanut butter and jelly for Thanksgiving is looking better and better. It may not be festive, but I can always buy a turkey shaped cookie cutter and make it a little more Thanksgiving like. Plus, it's a lot less nauseating than sitting through a meal with my sister.

I just got off the phone with my sister. She had called to complain about my grandmother and the bill situation--as expected, my grandmother is expecting her to pay everything, not just her portion of the bill--and ended up asking me about her upcoming cruise. Months ago, she had asked me if I would babysit Chandler while she was on the cruise. I said that I would if I had not found a job by then and if I had nothing else planned.

Flash forward a few months. I have realized that I should have explicitly stated the other condition; I'll do it if she pays for my gas and gives me money to feed her child. It's going to take me around $100 to drive there and back, and I know Chandler is going to expect to eat out everyday. That's probably going to be another $100.

I told her this condition today. She refused to meet it. She said I could just stay at our grandmother's from Thanksgiving until her cruise on the 15th. Right. Because I don't need to put up a Christmas tree. I don't need to Christmas shop. I don't need to look for a job, take my dog to the vet to have that polyp cut off of her butt, breathe air that's not laden with cigarette smoke, or anything else that would involve putting me or my dogs first. No, I just need to stay at my grandmother's for the entire month of December and take care of my nephew so my sister can go out and party like it's 1999.

Yes, that's definitely what I need to do.

Selfish you know what.

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