It’s fucking 7:11am in the NZ here I am woken up looking after my brother’s kids have to fucking do all the shit he would if he was here
- Feed them cereal
- Make my nephew’s lunch
- Get them dressed into their superhero costumes
- Have their bags by the door
- The whole time I’m doing this make sure they don’t cause World War 3 or argue over a stupid felt/marker because they are currently colouring in, in their books.
- Also make sure my niece doesn’t press the button on her Elsa dress that plays the whole song of let it go because I might be prone to pull my hair out….
I’m such a ***** in the mornings my nephew tripped on his bottle and I was like “have a nice trip?” I feel like clawing my eyes out. The fucking mother does nothing because she gets what she wants… Not my fault my brother is whipped *whip noise* every Tuesday, Thursday and second weekend he comes over to the unit to annoy the fuck out of me and make me feel pity for him because he wants to get back with his abusive wife who has cheated on him -.- FFS he’s a fucking idiot also he fucking involves me in his fucking drama it’s like fuck off I don’t want to deal with it I got my own shit to deal with don’t need your shit added on, on top of it. So he fucking leaves at 5am leaves me to deal with this shit as usual. *flips table* he’s the one who had kids either the condom broke or he wasn’t wearing one either way he is the father he should take more responsibility of his kids I find it ironic and quite hilarious that he calls me a looney/crazy person let he leaves his kids with me hmmmm? Fucked up logic much? I also have to watch my step nephew this weekend and he is a absolute spoilt snot who needs a slap or two but he’s never been hit before. Why put up with this shit you may ask? To simply put it I’m scared of my brother especially since hes quit drugs he is also quitting smoking and he is unbeatable one wrong thing said and he is like a ticking time bomb who has gone off *explosion noise*
Someone kill me please 🙁
I’m done with life