Sometimes when you are able to do so many things and have been putting yourself out there to cover the slack of others, you are often put in an "expected" situation. I feel this way for me and my two little sisters. We are now kind of successful, but we work like dogs. Oftentime, we are expected to pick up the mess some of our other siblings have made. We don't mind, but to be expected is not fair. We really don't mind, but whenever we say some thing negative but true about these siblings, we get the silent treatment from our parents. But, when we were in our lowest times of our lives, mine specifically, those siblings shied away. My parents knew it but didn't really say any thing about it. How fair is that? Honestly, my sisters and I do not really mind, most of the time. We don't expect to be appreciated. But we do hate that silent treatment.
Tonight is one of those times. It's almost 2am, and I'm catching up on my paperwork, waiting for my parents to come back from their trip to my oldest sister. My brother picked them up at the airport. I don't know what happened, but from the moment she stepped into the house, my mom gave me a little silent treatment. I am exhausted.
For once, I want to be taken care of instead of taking care of others. Maybe for just one day.
"OK, Dear Gay Confucius. I'm going to bed!"
Wow, I feel better already... :)))