Now I'm the mean sister...

but there are times when you can only take so much...

In July, my older brother came to me and asked if he could stay with us for a while... just til he got on his feet. I talked it over with hubby, and we agreed he could. Well, 7 months later, he still isn't on his feet, and isn't any closer than he was in July. If anything he is even farther behind. He's lost his truck and 4 jobs since then. Stupid me helped him open a bank account since he didn't have a MD license, and now that we have a joint account and no money in it, he's still spending like there's no tomorrow... UGH! How can a 42 year old man be that stupid? If there is no money in your bank account, don't swipe the debit card. My 6 year old knows that! He needs to get his crap together and get out.

He is one of those people that has an addictive personality. I really think that there are people that no matter what it is, they will become addicted to it. He has been thru just about every "Anonymous" there is... AA, NA, GA... the only one that he hasn't gone to is Overeaters Anonymous, because he's addicted to exercise! Of course, he doesn't need help. He is in control, and doesn't have a problem with the fact that he still drinks, still smokes pot (please, at 42?! Grow up.) and still gambles more than he has.

He envisions himself as a pro tennis player. He is in a band, so of course they are going to be the next big thing... and he is single handedly going to take them to Stardom. He also does stand up comedy.... yep. He's the next Host of SNL.... Do you see what I mean? And if something doesn't go right, it's not his fault. It's all a conspiracy. The world is out to get him. He loses jobs because the company is disorganized, and the supervisors don't know what they are doing... he is amazed that they have been in business as long as they have been. He truly believes that he had a terrible childhood, and was neglected and emotionally abused.... Um... we grew up in the same house with the same parents. I don't think so. He can ask me if he wants about abuse. So, because of that, the world owes him. Everything. On a silver platter, right now. Ha! No one owes him anything, and he needs to wake up and see that.

Well, I think the first wake up call will be any time now. I put a freeze on his debit card. The bank let it go until he was almost 400.00 in the hole, and I put a stop to that. My dilema is should I tell him, or let him find out when he goes to use the card... I vote for let him find out on his own. The embarrassment will be good for him. The other wake up will be when the guy he thinks he's going to move in with is telling him tonight that he's not letting him move in, cause his girlfriend and her kids are moving in. I would love to be a fly on the wall when that happens.

Next will be the talk that we have as soon as he finds another job. He's going to have to find somewhere else to live. He doesn't contribute anything to the household, not money, not time, nothing, but expects to be able to be up all night online, and eat what ever he wants, drink my beer and smirnoff's and just be lazy. The only time he pitches in anymore is when we tell him... ugh. He can just take his non-responsibility taking lazy ass somewhere else and do that. I'm done. And at this point, I don't care if get back the 5000.00+ that he owes me for bailing his ass out of jail.

You know, this blog thing is pretty therapeutic... at least that's how I think you spell that.

where'd the weekend go?!

I thought they were supposed to be relaxing. You know, time off from work, to rest and regroup. It's all a lie. At least in my house it is. It's a relief to come back to work so I don't have to do any running!

Saturdays are always full of being the taxi for a double round of girls to dance classes. Get up earlier than I want to on Saturday, do the round trip to drop Nikki off by 10. Get Kay motivated and then make a wider round trip to pick up Heather and Tori on the way, drop her off by 11:30, Nikki gets in the car, and off we head to home. Then I have to be back to get them by 1:30 reverse the trip and drop everyone off. This Saturday left me even more frazzled, 'cause I remembered I had to sew the patches on Kyle's scout shirt for the Soccer game. Had to get dinner a little early, and drive downtown. Thank heavens Hubby was going. I hate driving in the city. Got to the game, with plenty of time to spare, even if we did miss the meet & greet with the players. Oops. I didn't read that part of the flier.

BTW... never having had boys until this one, when did this Cheerleader obsession start?! He was more interested in watching that, then the soccer game. Oh well, guess he'll get "the talk" a little early. Hope Hubby's up to it, cause you know the X will want no parts of that. Ha! him take an interest in their upbringing? You're kidding, right?!

Yesterday was the trek to VA to visit hubby's family. His one sister turned 50 yesterday! His other just had emergency gall bladder surgery last sunday. It's always nice to see them, but it's a long drive when you've only had about 5 1/2 hours sleep, and have to get up early and head to church. That hour and 20 minutes seems like forever! Especially when you get stuck in traffic.

We are all dragging butt this morning.

Oh, the major highlight of the weekend? Actually had some... um.... "quality time" with Hubby, if you get my drift. *wink-wink*

No to find an empty office to nap in and I'll one happy person!

It's always my fault...

Just ask Kyle. He's 6. He knows everything.

Tonight, he decided that since I was using words he didn't understand (I guess "Leave the dog alone" were a bit difficult on a Friday) he didn't like me anymore. He began the usual argument that always starts with "I hate you!" and "You're the meanest mom!" That got him sent to his room.

Uh-oh, think he'll notice that the cats knocked a box of stuff off his dresser? Yep, he did. Oh wait, wasn't the cats. I did it... so he screamed. I went in his room, and threw the box, and threw his toys all around. When I asked him what makes him think that I did it, the answer was just a high pitched scream. Gotta love a kid with lungs. That prompted the door being closed, and the dinner invitation being delayed.

Meanwhile, the girls are sitting at the table making their comments on my parenting skills... just what I need, a couple of snotty teens pointing out my errors in how I raise the banshee in the bedroom.

Do you think that I could get some support from my usual pillar? Nope. His comment? "So, I thought you only had 2 emotional girls." Not helping, thanks. Finally after about 20 mins, the screaming, crying and yelling stopped. We were then graced with his presence at the table. He was not speaking to me. Fine by me. Keeps me from saying something that might not be good.

After dinner, we had a discussion, I of course explained why he needed to not act that way, and that it wasn't me that messed up his room... Oh yeah... now he remembers. When he was looking for his hotwheel cars, he dumped some of his toys. Oh, and when his cousins were over, they didn't clean up all the mess.

A game of pool or two with Doug helped him get in a better mood, and I was allowed to read him a story before bed. Guess I'm back in his good graces. We'll see how long it last.

Wonder who's next on the list to beat me up? Only time will tell....