No New Orleans
My sister called a little while ago to tell me that our trip to New Orleans wasn't going to happen. I wonder if she was annoyed that i didn't sound too surprised or upset about that.
The truth is, I've come to expect it from them. They are the world's worst about making bogus travel plans. I learned my lesson a while back not to expect them to follow through. This way I don't get disappointed, and I get the bonus of saying that I knew it was going to happen, because I really did.
She told me that instead, her husband is going to put in a hardwood floor in their kitchen, and she's going to finish painting the bedroom. I know she's expecting me to come and "help" her. Last year this time when I "helped" them paint, I had a lot of the living room already painted while they were enjoying a nice afternoon in a restaurant and shopping. They knew I was at their house painting. They'd promised to be home really fast to work with me, but I knew already that they would drag their feet hoping I'd be mostly finished before they arrived. Their bedroom and the two bathrooms are the only rooms I didn't paint. She never picked up a brush, and the kids really didn't help.
I think I'm tired of helping them improve their home when I have to do all of my painting myself. Favors are never returned. That wouldn't be so bad, except that I'm freaking expected to do things for them.
I'm single so I am supposed to keep myself available 24/7 for the little chores they want done at their house.
What I'd really like to do over spring break is to clear out my office and craft room and do a "Mission Organization" number on them. I do realize that on that show there's a crew helping with moving everything around, and in the absence of help, It'll take me the better part of a week for each room.
*sigh* But this is the life that was laid in my lap, and I have to deal with the fact that I really can't change anything, no matter how hard I keep trying.
The truth is, I've come to expect it from them. They are the world's worst about making bogus travel plans. I learned my lesson a while back not to expect them to follow through. This way I don't get disappointed, and I get the bonus of saying that I knew it was going to happen, because I really did.
She told me that instead, her husband is going to put in a hardwood floor in their kitchen, and she's going to finish painting the bedroom. I know she's expecting me to come and "help" her. Last year this time when I "helped" them paint, I had a lot of the living room already painted while they were enjoying a nice afternoon in a restaurant and shopping. They knew I was at their house painting. They'd promised to be home really fast to work with me, but I knew already that they would drag their feet hoping I'd be mostly finished before they arrived. Their bedroom and the two bathrooms are the only rooms I didn't paint. She never picked up a brush, and the kids really didn't help.
I think I'm tired of helping them improve their home when I have to do all of my painting myself. Favors are never returned. That wouldn't be so bad, except that I'm freaking expected to do things for them.
I'm single so I am supposed to keep myself available 24/7 for the little chores they want done at their house.
What I'd really like to do over spring break is to clear out my office and craft room and do a "Mission Organization" number on them. I do realize that on that show there's a crew helping with moving everything around, and in the absence of help, It'll take me the better part of a week for each room.
*sigh* But this is the life that was laid in my lap, and I have to deal with the fact that I really can't change anything, no matter how hard I keep trying.
posted by Me at 11:29 PM
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