And I didn't post once! Thats horrible of me, dear friends!
OK so my man's sister gave us her old couch, which is way better than our 1970 flowery couch. So we took everything out of the living room so I could vacuum before putting in the new-old couch...and then my vacuum cleaner broke. In plumes of smoke, I threw the damned thing outside. Then I swept the carpet, and that was a bitch.
Right now I'm washing up all the laundry from the attic and closets that don't fit anyone, then I'm going to bag them up and take them to the Mission for donation.
I went to my daughter's 5th grade production of The Emporers New Clothes and it was so cute! Had a lot of fun and finally got to meet my nephew's foster mom, she's a cool lady. Her and I had a few minutes to chat, and like me, she feels that the best help I could have given my sister is by helping her get sober and stay sober. Otherwise, like his foster mom said, if I took my nephew (I can, I'm registered for foster care) then my sister wouldn't have the resources to care for herself and get sober so we both think that this way will work out best to stabalize them as a family. So, my family is kind of irritated with me for not taking my nephew and "letting" him go into foster care, but I think I made the right choice. I'd rather sponsor my sister to getting back to where she can keep her kid than take the kid and not have them be a family.
Oh, and my sister is pregnant right now, due in November.
I'm just frustrated because over the last 4 months of my sister living here, she has not done more than 4 loads of dishes. She cleaned the bathroom once. Its very irksome when I have several adults in this house and yet I have to remind people when things need to be done. Then they still don't get done and I have to throw a fit about it. So I always wind up being the household bitch. I don't really care though, I freaking work for two magazines, so I am basically holding down one full time job and one part time job. Its exhausting. Even though I am in the house and not out working, it still feeds, clothes, and pays all of my bills.
Its been such a month of work that I haven't had much time to update this blog, or really do all that much at all. So, that adds a bit more to my frustration because it is hard to find time for the writing that I enjoy, like my poetry and my fiction. And since I use my poetry/fiction to release all my own demons and frustration and generally just vent how irritated I am, I become more irritated and bitchy.
Oh, and I'm menstrating. So, now I'm like, 3 x's the bitch I normally am. I almost feel sorry for my kids and my man and my sister and her fiance--actually I really only feel sorry for my kids, but then again, not really. Thier bedroom looks like Lucifer himself came down and threw a party. It's the gateway to Hell, I swear.
Speaking of, www.scifinity.com is going to be showcasing one of my short science fictions soon. Cool website run by some very fun and friendly dudes. Great art, some cool stories and poems. Check it out if you get a chance.