Brother Bob changing the shredded tire on our spare van (that Mommy was nice enough to let them use.) They also broke a part of the the drivers seat. They had to cut their day short at the beach because of it. KARMA!
They expected my Daddy to get it fixed for them today so they could go back to the beach again. Daddy said forget it! KARMA!
Mommy has been really sick and in bed for 4 days now. So Brother Bob thought that gave him the right to dump more dirty laundry off this morning for Mommy to do. It's still sitting there and will continue to sit there (unless the rat's come and carry it away bcuz it is really stinky.) Won't they be in for a BIG surprise tonight when they get back from the pool. KARMA!
They didn't do one thing that Grandpa Bob had on his list to do with them. They only schlepped him around to thing's they wanted to do. Then they made Grandpa Bob pay for it all too. It really is breaking Mommy's heart to see this all happen before her eyes. There is nothing she can do about it either. Brother Bob has already told her many times it's NOT his job to "babysit." And when she tries to talk to him about it she is told to "stick it where the sun don't shine" except Brother Bob doesn't say it like that. He uses very fowl HBO words! And go figure, he's a pretty big-wig business executive too! You would think he would know how to treat people properly.
They also complained about our friends place that we arranged for them to stay in for FREE! Said it's not good enough for them and won't be staying there again. Their 21 year old daughter (aka the princess) is also really grossed out by the bat's at night ~ KARMA! (Guess that means we won't ever see them here in FL again ~ That's a relief.)
Muffin and I get so nervous when they are here bcuz they don't like us much either. We run and hide until they are gone.
So do we believe in Karma? You bet we do! Guess that's what happens when you treat "our" family like we're lower than dirt!
My Mommy is a kind and very loving person and treats everyone with respect. (Grandma taught her right!). But the day my Grandma died, the respect between brother and sister went out the window. He has no respect at all for what Mommy has done and continues to do.
Mommy (and Daddy too) has given up a good part of her life to take care of Grandpa Bob and it has been difficult for all involved. Being a care giver (in our situation) means you give up dinner with friends because you can't leave Grandpa Bob alone for too long. You give up alot of your privacy because Grandpa Bob seeks you out for company. You give up quiet time with your husband, or even a simple breakfast together. Weekly 'date nites' are no longer. A quick trip to the grocery store doesn't happen unless someone is home with Grandpa.
We all try to make the best of it because we are family. Family is what is important. Because they don't choose to be a part of "our" family, we try to ignore them as much as possible. All we can say is that it's their loss. And you know what they say about losses? You cut them and move on. And that's what we will continue to do. It's the only way we know how to deal with this miserable situation.
We're not looking for sympathy here furends, that's just not our style. Mommy started blogging when I ruptured my disc and used it for stress relief and it has worked wonders for that. So consider this our stress relief for today.
Don't worry, the stinky fish are leaving tomorrow. Hallelujah!
Hopefully, Mommy can finally get healthy once they leave. We need her back in tip top shape and smiling once again.
Thanks for listening! We love you one and all.