So, for the last five days I’ve been cleaning.
I am SO FUCKING TIRED of cleaning.
Aside from the fact that I came down with a mysterious flu-bug-type-thing that made me puke my guts all over the place and I’ve therefore been wanting to sleep pretty much non-stop lately, I’ve had to clean places in the house that I forgot existed, for people who usually don’t care that much about said places. But when these people are in surgery, and want a house spotless when they get back, and threaten not only with the fact that there are going to be an inordinate amount of visitors in the following days, including house inspectors from Child Protective Services, but also imply that the quality of many people’s lives will depend on whether you’ve cleaned your room or not…
you have to clean.
I’m serious, things are getting out of hand. I’ll try to keep this short because there’s really no way of fully explaining it without completely slandering my stepmom’s no-good rotten son, but basically my step-sister-in-law is in a tough spot and needs someone to take care of her two small daughters or they’re going into the foster care system for a long time. So they’ve turned to my stepmom, and if things turn out the way everyone expects, we’re going to have two squalling foster children running around here. Living in a bedroom two feet from mine.
I can’t begin to explain the vast number of ways this may wreck my life. It’ll DEFINITELY change things. For a rather petty example, I was counting on having the house to myself again in 3 months when my stepmom goes back to work, which is an unimaginably long enough stretch for me, but it’s probably going to go more like this- when she’s at work, I’ll probably be expected to look after them.
I never wanted to be a babysitter. I never asked for any of this. I certainly never asked for my dad to marry someone whose son would wind up in prison and dump his children on us. I know I’m being particularly cold-hearted and awful about this, but this is the worst time in transition for any of this to happen. I don’t want those babies seeing me like this. I don’t want to explain to a seven year old why I’m tying my dirtypillows down every morning before I get dressed should they walk in on me. I definitely don’t want them to walk in on me using my STP. I don’t want to explain any of it, I don’t want her talking to my parents about what her curious little eyes may observe should she poke around like she’s so apt to do.
Long story short, it’s time to get out before things get weird. I can’t stand being observed like this 24-7 anymore and I don’t care what it takes. I’m afraid I’ll have to move a long, long way from here and everyone I love just to get away from things that might wind up tearing me down. Or at least from things that might drive me insane.
And the first thing that those girls are doing to me is making me clean, way faster and more than I ever wanted to. My stepmom is intent on pressing the point that, if my room is dirty, they’ll deny us custody of those girls and a lot of people’s lives will be ruined, including mine. I’m sure she’ll make certain of that. (Whereas, if I DO clean it, the ONLY life that will be ruined is mine.)
Okay, I’m being very selfish there. One way or another, a lot of people are hurting through this. My stepmom has a 14 inch incision on her side where they replaced her hip, and she has to take care of them through her recovery. No matter where those little girls end up, they’re going to be ripped away from their mother and no children deserve that. My step-sister-in-law is going crazy without her children, and even seeing them in the hands of people she can trust, she’s being denied almost ALL visitation rights. My dad is 50 years old and, I would judge, too old to be taking care of a 2-year-old and a 7-year-old; it’s going to be tough on him too. He was just settling into his later years, seeing his first kids out of the nest, and now it’s all starting over again. So many more lives are being upturned by this, and I’m reacting to it like a big, selfish baby.
But I can’t help but vent about it. I’m just thinking about little children hanging off the back of my computer chair (the family computer, I might add, is conveniently placed in the living room where anyone can bother me if they so choose- my parents at least have the tact to not read over my shoulder). It makes me shudder. They’ll probably invade every aspect of my life that they can while they’re here, and the thought of it drives me up the wall.
Maybe it’s a good thing. My job hunt was grinding to a depressed, rejected halt after getting denied so many menial jobs so many times, and this may drive me to such desperation for an income to live out of here on that I’ll find a job I otherwise might have missed in my miserable stagnation.
I think I’m mainly afraid that this is going to slow the process of transition somehow, when it’ll actually probably speed it up some. This is happening at a time that’s rousting me out of a comfortable place of nothingness I was settling into. Don’t get me wrong, I know that stagnation is generally a bad thing, but I really needed it right now. In that period of few events going on in my day-to-day life, I was experiencing an intensely accelerated period of mental growth, rooting out old problems and sorting through the past, really finding the root of everything. But now that I’ve pretty much gotten to the bottom of things, my life is picking up again, whether I want it to or not.
I feel a little bit like I’ve been standing on the side of an ice-cold pool, contemplating diving techniques, swimming strokes, the temperature of the water, and all kinds of other water-related things without actually swimming…
And then two little girls came up behind me and pushed me back in without warning.
I’ll probably be pretty pissed at them for a little while, but would I have done any swimming at all if they hadn’t pushed me in… before closing time?
Time to jump back in.