... or family, because sometimes you just really don't "love" your family, or family to be.
I have an unwanted guest at my home.
He has been here a little over a week, and although he give this great outside persona of being so sweet and nice, he is a terror at the very least. Within the first four days of his stay, I was asked to do his laundry and basically follow after him cleaning up his messes. After approximately the same amount of time, after I realized that this kid came completely unprepared for life in NY, I said I wasn't doing it anymore.
He now does his own dishes, and makes his own meals except dinner which I offer to do. He also sleeps till 2pm each day, so it is not like he is really missing out on any meals. However the fact that he takes over my tv, and stays up all hours of the night playing games in the living room, which happens to be right next to my bedroom, still pisses me off. I am handling it. I haven't run the vacuum at 8am yet, to wake him up, and I haven't postponed my laundry schedule just to avoid doing his. Though this week may be a little different as I have a lot more to do that usual because I was never able to get my stuff to my mom's Saturday because he slept till 2pm and we had to wait for him to get ready before doing anything and sadly I wasn't able to go to my mother's.
I am not completely nuts, and I have to tell you I am not above keeping guests in my house for a couple weekds. However. nobody in his family seems to understand that this is my home. Everyone in Nick's family assumes that this is Nick's place and I am just saying with him till we get married, when I will officially be able to stake claim on it. (though they might also fight that because it would have been something that he acquired before we got married) I don't know why they don't treat me as an equal, but it is definitely apparent now that we have a visitor. The visitors parent calls almost everyday to ask what he has had for dinner and if he is getting enough sleep. It's like they see me as being entirely incompetent and just want to make sure I am not murdering him through starvation. Next time I am taking the phone and giving them a darn menu for the week which is...
Monday: Wings at Packy's Pub
Tuesday: BBQ chicken with cornbread and potatoes
Wednesday: Spaghetti with Sausage
Thursday: Hotdogs with fries and onion rings
So it is not like I am un-prepared by any means and actually it is quite the contrary. I am just not a mother. I will not baby him, get him up at ten, make sure he has a shower, wash his dishes (minus those that are a community meal) or even do his laundry. The way that I see it, I have to do all those things for myself because I am an adult, he should learn that by staying with someone else, you have to come prepared or deal with the consequences. It would be completely different if he were a little kid, or still in high-school, but the way that I see it, he was old enough to make the decision to come here without his father's input or help, then he can handle taking care of himself without my input or help.
I should say that having him here is not terrible, I just HATE waking up to dirty dishes. they made the food, they can clean it up. Worst part is that it could have been Nick, but he will get a piece of my mind should it have been him.
Regardless, I only have 4 more days of tiptoeing around the house so as not to disturb anyone at 1pm, and they should fly by fairly quickly. Then it is on to house guest #2 who is from my side of the family, and slightly OCD just like me! She will only be here for a couple days though and is leaving on Sunday afternoon. We will be making an appearance at the Valley Gymnastics regional meet at the utica Memorial Auditorium on Saturday. I will be debuting my photography skills for my cousin's students who are from Hamburg, NY and it should be quite eventful to say the least.
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