Lately, things have been a bit…well, loony tunes around our house. There have been days that I feel I am running the insane asylum, or possibly an inmate. I’m never quite sure which.
I’ve mentioned before that my in-laws have been living with us for a couple of months now, including my very pregnant sister-in-law. She is due any day now. They are also due, any day now, to get out of my house. Supposedly. At this point, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether that is happening, or not. This may sound rude, mean, whatever, but I am about a month past ready for them to get the fuck out.
They are vampires. All three of them. They are supposed to be helping with bills by paying a set amount each week for staying here. They offered. In the 8 weeks they have been here, they have done so exactly three times. There is one excuse after another as to why this has not been able to occur. They are also supposed to provide their own food. This also does not happen consistently. Our power bill has more than doubled since they have been staying here.
Last month, I had to do one of the most difficult and humbling things I’ve ever had to do. I had to go to social services and ask for help paying my electric bill. We simply did not have the money to pay it ourselves after covering the cost of everything else in our home that month. Our washer and dryer had both stopped working within days of one another, so we had to purchase used ones to replace them, one of our vehicles broke down and had to have parts purchased so my husband could repair it, groceries, etc. And no help from our ‘housemates’. I was mortified. I know the aid is there for a reason. But I still didn’t want to have to need it.
Then, my husband was laid off, to add insult to injury. Since the day we found out, he informed them that they are more of a drain than a help, and that they had 30 days from that date to figure their shit out and find their own place. We can’t continue to support three extra people, especially when we don’t currently have his income to rely on. I’m busting my ass trying to bring in income with my freelance work, but it’s slow going.
We are struggling and these people are an anchor. The rope needs to be cut.
Last week, my youngest son began community college classes three days a week, to finish his high school career. I’ve been home schooling him for the past two years, which has gone very well, but he doesn’t want to wait another year to graduate, so he has decided to go ahead with the GED program. Why? Because he wants to get it over with so he can start college, get a job, and help take care of his family.
I have mixed feelings about this.
I am more proud of him than I can express in words. This is my kid who hates school, hates pretty much everything. He and I have had many conversations about how he truly doesn’t care about anything. It has always made me sad and concerned. I’ve had him in therapy since he came back to me after living with his father for a few years. His father did a real number on his psyche and it breaks my heart. So yes, I am very happy that he finally seems to have some solid goals in mind.
However, it does piss me off that at 18, he feels like he needs to get off the pot and take care of me, mostly because users are taking advantage of his parents (his stepdad and me).
I’m glad he wants to do something meaningful with his life. He’s decided to go into criminal justice and eventually wants to become a cop. I think that’s an admirable career choice. It’s just the circumstances surrounding him jumping into the pool that irritate me.
I won’t say that to him, I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Apparently, according to him, I’m also not allowed to tell him I’m proud of him either. He said he’s not really doing anything, yet, so there’s nothing to be proud of.
So I’ll say it here. I am damn proud of my son, who was the last person on earth I ever thought would become a cop. And who told me last night that as soon as he has enough money put away, is taking me and his step-dad on a trip to New Orleans, because he knows it’s my favorite place in the world.