holliday

I absolutely despise babysitting adults. And...I use the term "adult" kinda loosely here.
Maybe I'm just being harsh because I can't remember exactly how mature folks are supposed to BE at 21 years old? I'm pretty sure I wasn't a fucking kleptomaniac though... whatever...

And I understand that we're "doing the right thing" and "helping him get his shit together" but when I'M the one who ends up babysitting him while you're away at work? Seriously?!

In addition, we've "done the right thing" and "helped him get his shit together" NUMEROUS times... You've lent him money and I've inconvenienced myself repeatedly...only for things to turn sour once they really started to look good.

I've already given one too many pep-talks about leaving the dark side behind only to realize it's all just a waste of breath once his crackwhore girlfriend pulls up outside and all the patience, money, time, and energy we've invested is for nothing.

I'm not upset to admit I can't compete with a crackwhore...I'm just tired of trying.

I can't have him crashed out until 10am when I've been up since 5...
Can't have him hovering over my shoulder as I try to write this obnoxious vent about him!

When I SAY I'm leaving to run errands at 10:30am...BE THERE! Don't tell me you're going to get some smokes and then disappear for two hours, leaving me waiting for you, wondering if I should just take off... And then, when I do finally leave without you...don't call me and say you're gonna meet me at the store... I don't have the time to fucking wait for your ass to show up... I don't have the time to babysit you through the aisles... And I DON'T have the time to wade through a 20 minute discussion about whether or not you should buy a cooler for work? The cooler is 10 bucks...buy one or don't...but I only have a certain amount of time before the baby has a melt down in the middle of Target and the clock is TICKING mother fucker...

And...don't slip off to the store next door without alerting me to your plans... Getting the baby into and out of the car, fed, changed, amused, it's a fucking process... I've planned the trip to the store around it... Don't fuck that up for me...

And not even the gods will be able to help you, if you wake the baby one more time after I've gotten him to sleep for the night...

I'm finished listening to you bitch about your mother...maybe you should stop calling her a cunt and maybe she'd pay you for your time at the shop? I'm done choosing sides about it and I'm done having an opinion. You and you're whole fucked up family can jump off the fucking Tobin...that includes your sheister mother, unemployed father, older brother I've never met because he's in fucking PRISON, the older sister who is officially holding my step-children hostage...and you're manipulative ass... JUMP!!!


The only one you can leave here with me is the youngest...Sarah... The last hope for the entire family, at 16 years old. What the hell is she going to pull that's new and interesting? She can't be a criminal, slut, or drug addict...that's already been done. I asked her what her plans were the other day, fully expecting her to say she and her little friends were going to get hammered and rob a bank... You know what she said? They were going for a bike ride! Yes, a BIKE RIDE!

Leave her with me... YOU can go screw.


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