Just another day in the wonderful life of family...

And I'm not talking about my kids or Steve.

My older sister is back in the house with us. She is in Jimmie's room, Jimmie is in the computer room with the day bed, and Steve and I are still in the add-on with the kiddos. Alicia now has the brilliant idea of home schooling her kids. Wow, aren't they just gonna have every opportunity in the world now...Her boyfriend is working in New York. For what? I have no fucking clue. So, her and her 4 kids are going to be living in hotels while he is gone...I have no idea why she is here. She has a hotel room in Freeport that is paid up until the 25th, but since she doesn't want to be alone and doesn't have any help with her 4 kids she is staying here until she can find another place. Joy for me. Instead of me taking care of 7 people, I am now taking care or 12 again. Oh, and did I mention that she is pregnant yet AGAIN!!! This is now her 5th child to be born and she is chain smoking and not eating. So, I am guessing that this is another child that Steve is going to have to pick up when he's born. She is 6 months pregnant and still wearing a size 3 in jeans.

So, again my migraines have come back.

I am sick of being here and tired of having a shitty family that only has a few good people in it. What happened to my family? What went wrong? I have wonderful grandparents who are still married and get along great with eachother. It just goes downhill from there. My mom is an alcholic; my uncle is now my aunt; my older sister is a mooching whore with too many damn kids that she doesn't even take care of right; my biological father I have never really know anything about except that he used to be addicted to Black Mollies; I never got to know my brother either. I just don't understand. Is it wrong for me not to want to be around this people and have my children be around them? Am I such a bad person for not really wanting to speak to my mom? I know they have helped me when I needed it, but they still treat me and my family (Steve mainly) like crap. Yet, the guy my sister is with can go from job to job and they can blow all of their money on only god knows what, and he is treated like he is better than everyone. Yeah OK so the guy actually gets dirt all over him with the jobs he gets. So what! The type of job shouldn't matter if you are actually working and keeping a steady job!

Anyways, off to try and get John to lay down and play with Tiff. Maybe my head will stop hurting soon...Hopefully...