When my sister and I got married my mom told us that when we were ready to have kids she would retire and take care of babysitting during the day so that her grandbabies didn’t have to go to day care. I thanked her for the offer and told her I wasn’t sure I’d ever take her up on it. Fast forward 12 years – I had my tubes tied within months of being diagnosed bipolar. No babies coming from me.
My sister had been trying to have kids for several years, with no luck. She even went so far as to do invitro several times. She finally gave up and decided it wasn’t going to happen. On the night of my 31st birthday we all went out and got a little drunk. Nine months later E was born. True to her word, my mom retired and started taking care of her.
My sister has never been a candidate for “world’s greatest mom.” She’s got very little patience, with anyone, and being pregnant made her miserable. She was very literally sick the entire 9 months she was pregnant. So having this little baby was not the blessed event it should have been. And to make matters worse, E’s skull bones fused too soon it took 6 months for the doctor to figure out why she cried constantly. So life with the new baby was anything but grand. Mom was there through it all – staying the night when she needed to, being there early in the morning, staying late into the evening – whatever it took to take care of E, that’s what she did.
For whatever reason, my sister decided she needed another baby. On the night of my 33rd birthday we all got drunk again. Nine very long and miserable months later, A was born. Again, my sister did not seem overjoyed to be a mom. At least A has been healthy the whole time.
My sister’s answer to just about anything is to either 1) yell loudly or 2) throw money. She yells at her husband, the kids, my mom, you name it. And those kids are SPOILED. They have more clothes and shoes than I do and damn near every toy known to man. And you really can’t take A out in public – she’s a terror.
So my mom has essentially been raising these girls from day one. My brother in law will occasionally have to travel for his job. When he does, Mom has to go spend the night because H can’t tolerate being left alone with her own children for more than about an hour. She took a new job a few months ago and has been on the road more than she’s been home – which means again my mom is staying at their house every night. My mom is 63 years old. She’s raised her own children, and now it looks like she’ll be raising her grandchildren.
This is pure and utter BULLSHIT.
My mom is the nicest, most decent human being on the planet. She’s fiercely protective of her babies and completely loyal to her family. And my sister takes complete advantage of this, every fucking day.
My sister is the most selfish, self-centered person I have ever met. Why she ever had kids is beyond me. She hardly seems to want to do anything with them, she constantly yells at them, and is hardly ever home.
What gets me is that those of us who know we shouldn’t breed, don’t. Those who aren’t fit to be parents, breed like fucking rabbits.
Sorry kids, had to get that off my chest…