OMG the DRAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMAAAAAA

Before you dive into this rather long rant, please note that this is really meant more of a venting, diary-type thing. For this reason, I'm not allowing comments. Thanks for reading if you do!

OK, Being born one of six kids shouldn't be without drama. But, consider, I am one of six GIRLS. Yes, there's DRRAAAAAAMMMMMAAAAA. And plenty of it. Most recently, sister #5 has her panties in a rather sizeable wad over being "excluded." OK, let's see, really, this all started in September with CW's passing, when she was told by several people not to go visit, not that she COULD NOT go, but that she SHOULD not go, because sister #2 (the widow of said bro-in-law) 1) doesn't like her much and 2) didn't need HER visit. I know, it sounds like I'm being catty, and maybe if I stepped back a few hundred paces, you might be right. But I'm just spilling it like it is....ulcer and all. Patti has always felt like the 'picked on' sister, she was the youngest for 9 years before I came along, and was picked on by the older 4 for much of the time. That picking, which held little consequence because she was such a hellion (I'm going on stories from elders here), really screwed with her psyche and turned her into the spiteful self-involved person she is today. I have lichened it to a person wearing blinders with mirrors--not only does she NOT see the people around her, but she gets to only look at herself-just the way she likes it.
OK, well, after the incident with her not being "allowed" to go to say goodbyes or to "help," she got pissed. She didn't take it as "Well, maybe Laura has enough on her plate and she needs as little outside interference as possible," she saw it as "Well, no one is letting me go! Why should THEY go and I have to stay home???" Wasn't about Laura or CW, when that is exactly why she shouldn't go.

Now, flash forward a few months from September to December.... since then, the sister that lives in the same city, Monica, has had little interaction with her, mainly because she sees now how Patti has been ALL THESE YEARS which she didn't see until Patti moved away for 3 years. Now that she's back and even worse than before, Monica has had enough and doesn't want to be around her. Then Marcia made plans with her family to come for Christmas and stay with Monica. Then Laura made the same plans, again, with Monica. Then I made MY plans to stay with Monica. Let's see, that's Monica and her family of 4, Marcia and her family of 4, Laura, me and my daughter in ONE HOUSE. 11 total. When Patti's house had 6 people, 2 of which were almost never around, either working, or out with friends. Patti *assumed* that Syd and I were staying with them, until I got there and dumped my crap at Monica's, then promptly got her pouty face on. She came over for dinner that Friday, ate a little, played cards a little, then in the MIDDLE of the card game, and WAY earlier than her normal M.O., left at 9:30pm, saying goodnight to nary a person in the house. Usually, she stays until most of Monica's house is ready for bed or headed there... especially when family is in town. She ITCHES to be part of the party, and can't stand it when it's not centered around her. Case in point.... Saturday night, we had a belated Christmas party (at her house), and once dinner and the frenzy of unwrapping was done, plopped her pissy butt on her sofa, and every time the phone rang, shouted out "SOMEONE ANSWER THAT!!!" Which, I don't think anyone did answer.... it's not our house, get off your ass, you lazy hostess! Whatever... After gorging on appetizers of taco salad layered dip, guacamole and queso dip and chips, Laura and I took our niece Sammi for a walk around the neighborhood to walk off some of the misery of too-full bellies. It was productive... and then returning, she was exactly where we'd left her, all piss and vinegar that no one was spending the night with her, except for my daughter, who of course spent her time with her daughter, Jane. The next night was Sammi's birthday and party, so Marcia and our families vacated to allow the teens to take over for a few hours. We packed up the cars and went to Patti's, and a short time later, we 3 families headed to Chuck E (or YUCKY) Cheese to allow the kids some steam-blowing fun and pizza. That was Sunday night. Patti, Marcia and I were sitting manning the "token station" of our table, and Patti asked point blank why I had stayed over there when she had plenty of room and Monica was bursting at the seams. I politely avoided by saying that I'd made my plans way in advance, and that was it. No excuse, no truthful-hurtful thing said. It was true, that I'd made my plans way in advance, like a month or two months in advance, but she doesn't need to hear me say "because we don't like it at your house" and she won't admit that her husband doesn't like me much. Believe me, THAT does not keep me up at night. If Keny was outward in saying he didn't like me, it would be a relief. Because then I'd know with certainty that I wasn't welcome, and it would be a lot less awkward. (Apparently, like 13 years ago when we borrowed his truck to MOVE things, we scratched it up. Whatever-he's as selfish as she is.) But, we maintain our polite distance, go about our own little things, avoiding one another.

And if that's just the icing on the cake, she has 1 kid out of high school and off at college, another about to graduate this year then go off to college, and 2 kids in elementary school, so otherwise preoccupied for the day. Why OMG WHY is it impossible for her to get a job and work? Even part time? She has no little ones at home during the day, she has tennis, and other classes, and she says mountains of cleaning and laundry. Well, I will attest to the laundry and cleaning that is there for her to do, but she's not doing it as well as a "housewife" for lack of a better word should. I'm sorry, my mother worked until she got married to Daddy in 1956. After that, she had part-time work once I went to school. There was nothing wrong in HER head, and she kept her home a hell of a lot cleaner than Patti does. There were no MOUNTAINS of laundry... she did a load every day if not every other day. She did her dishes, she did her toilets (or had us do them once old enough-that meant at 5 yrs old we were helping with stuff). Patti has not taught her 2 little ones to HELP. They barely keep their rooms clean, they found a MOUSE in her younger son's room! Lord only knows what lured that little thing up to his room.... her older daughter has called her lazy to her face, has griped at her asking why she can't get up and help her dad by earning money. It makes me sad, but it does not surprise me.

That being purged from my thoughts...it makes me sad that her kids have little or no discipline and will not appreciate her later in life, for overindulging them. They won't be brought up to appreciate the over-consumerism that has FLOODED their house, they'll be disdainful when she tells them they can't have something. Then, the kid in question will call their grandmother and get it from her.

I feel blessed that I did have a lucky childhood, I was spoiled. But, I was also denied things (not necessities, of course, but the frivolous like, say, the expensive 'cool' jeans) and taught to respect money, where things came from, and how we came to have them. I got storebought clothing, my sisters got clothing my mom sewed, or hand-me-downs of purchased items, not only from the older sisters, but from our COUSINS, too. By the time I came around, there was no one to get hand-me-downs from... it was all out of style! But, yes, I got a hand-me-down bike, skates, toys, etc. Again, I was spoiled in terms of me and my sisters, but I appreciated what I got, and was taught to understand and not throw away my money on crap. My Christmas this year cost maybe $200 for everything. There were HUNDREDS of dollars worth of Apple hardware floating around that house to be unappreciated, including a Nintendo Wii and games to play on it. The sad part is, they'll destroy that system and then get mad when it doesn't work anymore for them.

I guess, it's just hard when you see a person in such a large family that no one really wants to be around. No, I'm wrong, not A person, a group of people.