What Aggrevates me the MOST:

Sorry for the lag in posts: Pregnancy has taken me hostage.

We just had a lovely visit with my family... which reminds me why I started this blog in the first place. What truly bothers me the most is not that my sister is a bad parent, not that my sister has a dead beat husband who refuses to get a decent job, not that my sister is bringing new meaning to the term 'moocher' off of my parents... what bothers me the most is that my sisters messed up exsistance has robbed me of my parents.

My sister is a wreck, no one can deny that. She is a basket case, barely employed, with a baby she seems to have no interest in, and a husband who I want to run over with my SUV because he is such louse. But... that being said, my parents have chosen to enable my sister. She may as well be an addict of some drug, because my parents act just like the parents of a drug addict! They are addicted to 'fixing' her messes. They feel they can't leave, or rather ask her to leave, because she'll have another crisis and they'll have to come back immideately. They have bent over backward, blown their retirement funds, remodeled their home to fit her and her family, and given up everything that used to be important to them in order to 'take care of' my sister.

I am on that list of things they have given up.

We were told that my parents were coming out to visit us for the birth of our baby, and staying for a few weeks to help us out. We were excited! I have to rush back to work, not even getting the 6 weeks of maternity leave which is required by law I might add, and help would have been a godsend. However, we discovered this past weekend that my parents plan to visit us hinged on my sister and her husband getting into a masters degree program. I could have told them that my brother in law had the same chances of getting into that highly competitive program as my siberian husky puppy, but the letter of rejection arrived Saturday so I was spared. Now, my parents will come for a weekend to meet their newest grandchild. Maybe.

NO! I have changed my mind: I am most bothered by the fact that my sisters wreck of a life has robbed my baby of grandparents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is not fair. But, then again, nothing in a dysfunctional family is fair. No one chooses to be in a dysfunctional family, it just happens.

I plan on explaining to my child, when they are old enough to understand, that their Aunt had an accident and that their Grandparents have to take care of her like she is still a child. I plan on using a hard boiled egg in my chat so they can have a visual of what head injury looks like. Kids are smart, they'll understand why they see their grandparents maybe once every few years. They will understand, even if I never will.