I am so tired of taking care of other people.
I'm not talking about my kids either. I'm supposed to take care of them and I love doing it. Sometimes I wish they needed me to take care of them more. They're just so darn independent these days.
It's everybody else. The adults who should be capable of taking care of their own problems. I'm tired of being the responsible, dependable one. The one with the answers. The one who knows how to take care of things.
The shit is hitting the fan on the extended family front. There is some really bad stuff going on with my grandparents, and so I am getting frequent calls for help and advice. My mother refuses to deal with it at all, burying her head in the sand and leaving her siblings to handle the mess. I think she inherited her narcissism from her father, who is the root of this problem.
And another close family member has gotten into serious hot water, leaving me spending half of the last week dealing with those issues, and traveling to Hometown next week for an emergency hearing.
Blessedly, most of our events for this weekend were cancelled due to the weather, giving us the first free weekend in weeks. I've spent my rainy day re-reading Mockingjay (TT wants to read the series and so I am refreshing my memory and keeping her 10-year-old perspective in mind to determine if I will let her) and watching Pretty in Pink while I work on a digital photo album.
Sometime this weekend I am supposed to watch The Princess Diaries with SS while we do our nails. She is my only girly-girl. The other two do not understand the point of nail polish.
And then I've got to prepare for that hearing. Yay.