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I need to move out so fucking bad.
I'm sick of my mom taking advantage of my ability to watch Kyle, and pawning him off on me when she wants to do bullshit. I watched Kyle for FOUR HOURS this afternoon, right after I'd babysat Bryce for four hours. I took him downtown, fed him, and kept him out of mom's hair for a long enough period of time that she could work out and do whatever other pointless crap she felt she needed to do.
But the four hours spent on watching him this afternoon was of course not enough for her. Since 9:30, (it's 11:30 right now) I've been watching him YET AGAIN, and he won't go to fucking sleep because she's not here. I love Kyle, but he is NOT MY CHILD. He's my brother, and I shouldn't have to spend over 6 hours of my day trying to keep him entertained. Because of this, I haven't had any time for me or my friends, and I probably will be needed "early tomorrow morning" so that mom can pawn him off on me some more.
This is bullshit. She's usually not like this, but for the past week my services have been just sooo desperately needed that I can't continue a job and house search, I can't socialize, and I'm becoming more and more stressed with each hour of babysitting. The best part is that I'm not being paid a dime for this, "because I'm his sister." What the fuck ever. Kyle's non-related sitters get paid SIXTEEN FUCKING BUCKS AN HOUR to watch him, and I do it better than any of them ever could.
Dear Mom:
Call a goddamn babysitter.
Love, Christine.
I'm sick of my mom taking advantage of my ability to watch Kyle, and pawning him off on me when she wants to do bullshit. I watched Kyle for FOUR HOURS this afternoon, right after I'd babysat Bryce for four hours. I took him downtown, fed him, and kept him out of mom's hair for a long enough period of time that she could work out and do whatever other pointless crap she felt she needed to do.
But the four hours spent on watching him this afternoon was of course not enough for her. Since 9:30, (it's 11:30 right now) I've been watching him YET AGAIN, and he won't go to fucking sleep because she's not here. I love Kyle, but he is NOT MY CHILD. He's my brother, and I shouldn't have to spend over 6 hours of my day trying to keep him entertained. Because of this, I haven't had any time for me or my friends, and I probably will be needed "early tomorrow morning" so that mom can pawn him off on me some more.
This is bullshit. She's usually not like this, but for the past week my services have been just sooo desperately needed that I can't continue a job and house search, I can't socialize, and I'm becoming more and more stressed with each hour of babysitting. The best part is that I'm not being paid a dime for this, "because I'm his sister." What the fuck ever. Kyle's non-related sitters get paid SIXTEEN FUCKING BUCKS AN HOUR to watch him, and I do it better than any of them ever could.
Dear Mom:
Call a goddamn babysitter.
Love, Christine.