purplemoonie's Journal

I started feeling a bit under the weathe last Thursday evening and by Friday AM...full blown yuck!  I went to work anyway, but paid for it all weekend.  I started feeling better on Sunday, but then helped my wonderful DH put a roof on the shed.  Monday...not so hot.  I ended up leaving work after 3 hours.  Worked Tuesday and stayed home Wednesday and Thursday.  So today a full week later and finally, I feel human!!!!!

I haven't spoken to my sister.  I haven't called or anything.  I actually haven't thought about it very much except when it comes to inviting the boys to my SS b-day party. I suppose it will be up to her if she allows them to come or not.  I hope she isn't that petty to keep her boys from something like that, but she isn't known for being rational.  Not to long ago, she would keep her boys from our mom when she got mad.  My mom didn't do anything most of the time except disagree with her or try and suggest how she could do thing a little differently to help her kids.  I know it sounds like grandma was interfering, but really somone had to say something.

About 13 years ago, she was pregnant with her 2nd son and we lived together (2nd son, 2nd dad so obviously not in a committed relationship) anyway, I would clean our apartment on a regular basis.  Dishes daily, laundry, bathroom that kind of thing.  Needless to say she is a complete slob.  My mom used to say that her house was just messy it wasn't unsanitary just messy.  I corrected her and said yea, her house isn't unsanitary because there is so much crap on the floor that nothing can get to it!  My 1st husand went to her house to borrow dish soap one and called me freaking out.  "You have to call the police! Someone ransacked her apartment!".  I started laughing and told him that's just how her house is.

Anyway...back to the pregnancy story.  She decided she wanted to get a dog.  Well, mind you we were living together and I fed her son (about 18 months) breakfast every morning.  I fed him dinner a lot too.  I did all the cleaning.  She was so messy that she had nasty dirty diapers in her bedroom.  I got to the point, I would just shove her crap into her room and close the door.  You couldn't even walk into her room and touch the floor it was so dirty.  So she wanted to get this dog and I told her she needed to take care of what she had before she got something else.  I tried to play it off about how much work pets can be, but she was 8 months pregnant and very hormonal.  (She isn't nice when she is pregnant.)  Anyway, she got really pissed off and rubbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my face and proceeded to shove me and then put me in a headlock.  Well...she's 8 months pregnant.  What do you do to a pregnant woman who is 8 months along without hurting them?  Oh, not to mention she had been having problems and had been taken to the hospital because of bleeding a couple of times.  She was supposed to be taking it easy.  So after about 20 minutes of me being calm telling her she needed to get off me (not small when pregnant) she finally let me up and shoved me again.  At that point, I'd had about enough and shoved her back.  She fell up against the wall and then left.  She called my mom laughing (so I'm told).

Even today it is some big family joke about how she smashed a PBJ sandwich in my face. Quite frankly, I don't see how that is something to be proud of.

There have been other instances... of my sisters wonderful maturity level.  Stealing my clothes (jeans, shoes, UNDERWEAR. socks, etc...).  Once when she stole my jeans, she forgot to take her DL out of the pants and then accused me of stealing her license when I took my jeans back.  Funny how that works.  To "get even" she stole my house keys and locked me out of my own house.  We've had a wonderful relationship.  Haven't we.  As I sit here and wonder about all the garbage, I am finding myself wondering why I didn't stop talking to her sooner.  ?????  I guess an ideal notion of what family should be.  Luckily for me, I have a wonderful husband, an amazing dad, and inlaws that I miss dearly when they are gone.