Last month ended with my little brother stealing one of our cars.
And then he did it again.
Mom punished him, and made him go to great wolf lodge with her and the youngest two and a friendship with kids their age. All driving in one car completely squished.
Then it was Mother’s Day and she was sick.
Then it was my dad’s birthday. And that night they were going to the symphony because that was his present. And they found a stray dog and we dealt with that. (He’s in a foster home)
That was 2 weekends ago. Last week my brother escalated to the point that I had to trick him into meeting up with mom and her taking him in for a psych hold. That morning I had set up training for my dog.
My brother has been in a facility in another state for the last week and was going to come home tomorrow but we found part of a builder gun(?) on the 3-4 search of his room. Also drugs and alcohol.
And my little sister had surgery this week
And it’s the last week of school for them all. And one is supposed to go to camp with our mom on Sunday.
Then last night our family friend called because she was scared she was going to pass out and scare her kids. She’d been vomiting all day and had diarrhea the last 3? She’d is trying a glp1 for her pcos (pmos?) and she did not eat anything since Sunday evening. So I got home yesterday from taking the youngest to speech, and was in the bathroom and got a call from her son asking for help. I rushed over, they had called 911 in the meantime, and I got there and had her boys pack a bag because they were definitely spending the night with us. The emts for there and realized that she was having a panic attack and talked her through that enough that she could walk. I took her boys to my house and then her to the ER, and they got her seen and started treatment pretty quick, but I stayed with her until she was discharged at like 11:00. I made her come to our house because of the meds and her anxiety. She also had a very bad migraine so most of the treatment was that.
I did not get to sleep until about 1 am because the youngest could not sleep.
Then I got up and took kids to school and then went to work and then came home and helped with the room search. Then took one kid to dance, and took my dog to practice training while she was in dance. Then mom figured out what the gun was, so I had to keep her out longer. We went to Lowe’s and got locks for the cabinet with alcohol and the one with the knives.
Picked up more meds, got kid and other meds from friends house and made it home.
All the while my older siblings were bitching in the group chat that mom had never listened to them about getting our brother help, yet I’ve been here and I know that they have been telling her that she has to be kind to him. I know that they jumped on me for telling him that he was drinking too much caffeine (300mg energy drink in 15 minutes) and I know that our oldest brother acted like mom and I were making too big of a deal about worrying if he was doing drugs or selling shit at Christmas.
But did any of them offer to stay with us and help? Or have him stay with them and talk to him? Or even fucking talk to him? Or sit down with mom and help her go through the process of finding him therapy and making him go? Or did they just send her ideas and tell her she was both too strict and too soft with the younger kids?
Did any of them listen when mom said she needed help with dad because he fucking zones out 2/3s of the time and can barely do anything? Did any of them offer to come over and help with finances or cleaning or helping mom make space in her studio so she could have time to think and work?
No. But they have time to complain that she took 2 hours to herself at a nice hotel after driving to another state to visit our brother and spent the day gathering supplies for him and and needed to stop so that she didn’t drive while tired. They are upset that she made a facebook post about the 2 hours she had and the single margarita. Before she drove home to her other 3 high needs kids and high needs husband.
As if we have not been trying to get him to take his medication and be safe for the last year since his concussion? As if we are not calling him and reminding him to take it and watching him take it and driving him to and from school that is a 10 minute walk? And letting friends come over even when we don’t like them only to learn that their parents don’t even like them?
At some point I’m going to cry and break down. I hope that it is tonight because tomorrow is that last day of school and it’s a half day. And I have to drive my dog to school, drive kids to school, take the other 2 dogs for grooming, and at some point make sure that I eat and don’t pass out or get a migraine that I expect is coming and is going to be bad.
And I’m taking care of 3 dogs. But only one is mine. My little brothers I understand stepping up to care for her, he’s not here right now. My little sister does not live here but her dog does because it was lonely. And I care for the bearded dragon that my little brother got last year when he asked for a fish.













