Sunday, August 05, 2007

Hot and exhausting day (and I'm a little ticked off)

I was asked yesterday to help with concessions at the Cancer BBQ Benefit for a friend of mine. I didn't mind helping at all, but you know, it was about 97 degrees today, and it truly wore me out. I didn't realize it until I got home and was dying for a nap.

Quincy didn't want to take a nap with me, so after about an hour of trying to sleep and him pouncing on me to wake me back up again, I put him in his pen and headed for the bedroom.

I'd only been asleep for about 45 minutes when my youngest nephew called, wanting me to bring over Quincy to play (just like last night, when my brother said, "You know what would be even better? If you'd take my son home for me!" Nothing like repeatedly copping out on your own kid.) because my father and brother had somewhere they wanted to go.

Yep, he ratted them out. I was so groggy that Dad wound up getting on the phone, and he had the nerve to sound all pissed off that I was worn out and needed some rest. How dare I not come running over there to babysit for them the second day in a row, just because I need the weekend I've damn well earned for resting. He kept yelling into the phone because he said he couldn't hear me, but I know he was trying to irritate me awake. I really wouldn't have even been able to drive at that point.

And you know what? They kept calling back, every hour that I was sleeping. I didn't answer the phone. They were probably hoping that the minute I woke up, I'd take over their child care responsibilities. No thanks, I don't have any kids, and if I did, I'd damn well take care of them myself instead of trying to always pawn them off on a family member. My brother tried "dropping him off" at my sister's house "to play" while he went out on the town several times. Then it turned into trying to make the middle nephew babysit under the premise of spending the night at granddad's house. Now he's trying to get me to do it all for him. Time to grow up, big brother. This is the sort of life-sacrifice you have to make when you decide to have children. Your own wants really don't matter that much anymore, in the face of a child's needs.

My nephew had told me he was going to be staying up really late and they wanted to leave (without him, of course) and he wanted to play with my dog. He likes to put my dog in a box and listen to him cry to get out, not to play any games the puppy wants to play.

Needless to say, I won. My nap lasted 3 hours and I still feel beat down. But now I'm angry that they think I should be available to entertain my nephew every night of the week that he's not "convenient" to have around. This is why my middle nephew doesn't want to go over there anymore. The little one is too small to play anything interesting with, and he's realized they only want him there to occupy the youngest and keep him out of their hair. That's not fair to an 11 year old boy.

The benefit went really well. I did a quick count of the money in the concession stand, and the last I checked, there was $1300 in there. :) I hope that the rest of the sales went that well. She REALLY needs the money.

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