oh life, you funny, funny bitch.
Why is it that when my life comes together, everyone else's falls apart? Well, I guess it's not that bad, but I feel so helpless. Here's the short run down.
Brother:
* huge work snafu may cost him an entire paycheck. may not.
* loveless marriage. bratty children.
* constant redeployment.
* generally less perfect life than I would have wished for my only sibling.
Mother:
* string of bad renters have devastated her house.
* probably owes $50k on it and can no longer even pretend it's in rental or selling state.
* can't get money to spend money to get money for renting/fixing the house.
* lives 300 miles from the house and cannot spend time to fix it herself.
Husband:
* Miserable under stressful work environment.
I can't help any of them. Helplessness has never been my forte. I hate crying at my desk. It seems a tad unprofessional.
I want to go do things for my mom's house, but I'm no carpenter. I don't even have an industrial sander. Let's not start with the foundation.
I want to help my hubby, but how do I affect his relationship with his boss in any kind of positive way?
And where would anyone begin to help my brother? He is raising two kids on $30 / year. Let's hear it for the military and the below poverty line pay scales. We don't feel prepped to have kids and make more than that.
ADDENDUM:
Went downstairs for lunch and the charity groups were having a convention in the hall. Big brothers and big sisters. Adoptions. Foster care. Ronald McDonald house. Dozens of booths.
Jesus fucking Christ. I can't even help my family. How am I supposed to help thousands of strangers?
Brother:
* huge work snafu may cost him an entire paycheck. may not.
* loveless marriage. bratty children.
* constant redeployment.
* generally less perfect life than I would have wished for my only sibling.
Mother:
* string of bad renters have devastated her house.
* probably owes $50k on it and can no longer even pretend it's in rental or selling state.
* can't get money to spend money to get money for renting/fixing the house.
* lives 300 miles from the house and cannot spend time to fix it herself.
Husband:
* Miserable under stressful work environment.
I can't help any of them. Helplessness has never been my forte. I hate crying at my desk. It seems a tad unprofessional.
I want to go do things for my mom's house, but I'm no carpenter. I don't even have an industrial sander. Let's not start with the foundation.
I want to help my hubby, but how do I affect his relationship with his boss in any kind of positive way?
And where would anyone begin to help my brother? He is raising two kids on $30 / year. Let's hear it for the military and the below poverty line pay scales. We don't feel prepped to have kids and make more than that.
ADDENDUM:
Went downstairs for lunch and the charity groups were having a convention in the hall. Big brothers and big sisters. Adoptions. Foster care. Ronald McDonald house. Dozens of booths.
Jesus fucking Christ. I can't even help my family. How am I supposed to help thousands of strangers?