t-i-r-e-d

[mayalaen]

My mom called me around 4pm sounding terrible. She’d fallen asleep after I left this morning and was all confused as to why she’d slept for so long. I reminded her, “You’ve been sick, you’ve had diverticulitis flaring up, and you’ve got your ridiculous sister in the house draining you while your husband is pulling the I’m-a-sick-and-helpless-man thing.”

I told her to rest as much as possible, forget about going grocery shopping, and I’d stop on the way home.

I got home and she looked terrible and was jumping up to help me get the groceries in like the dork she is. I told her to sit down, then made the three of us dinner, telling her a couple more times to not get up because she wanted to help.

As I sent the two of them to bed, she starts telling me that she wants to go grocery shopping tomorrow AND go to the farmer’s market to get more honey.

When I said she should stay home and rest because she’s wiped and wouldn’t stop working even when she was sick, she said, “But the bee guy is only there once a week!”

Like my dad couldn’t take her next week.

Just what I need is my mom going into clinical exhaustion again while her sister is on the couch being an asshole and competing with my dad’s assholery.

I’m tired. And I gotta do this for the rest of the week because apparently she’s not gonna stop trying to do stuff. So I gotta work 10-hour days, come home to cook dinner, clean the house, make sure everybody has taken their medications and deal with the whining that usually accompanies that, and get them to bed so I can rest.

Did I mention I’m tired?