Grow the Fuck Up
Nov. 17th, 2010 09:28 pmI'm ready to slap Matthew and my mother. Apparently, it's my fault that Matthew's cat didn't get her medication today because I "can't just suddenly stop giving her her meds and expect Matthew to be responsible." Yeah, Mom actually said that. I've been telling him since Day 1 nearly two weeks ago that he needs to be responsible to her medications. That was on the 6th. 11 days later, and he's still leaving it for someone else to do every single morning because he "forgets" or he's "too tired." He only does it in the evening because we hound him to take care of her. We literally have to tell him 5 or 6 times before he does it. It takes 1 minute to give Midnight her medicines, but it turns into a 45 minute long affair because he doesn't take care of it. He's nearly 17 years old, and he can't (or won't) even do this right.
I slept in today until nearly 10am. That's 2 1/2 hours after Matthew left for school. I didn't even think to glance at the medication chart to see if Midnight and Teddy had gotten their morning treatments until after 1pm, and that was when I was busy making myself some lunch. Teddy was done, but Midnight was not. Midnight's supposed to get her meds twice a day, around 8am and 8pm. This was 5 hours past that.
I'm so fed up. When my cat, TJ, was sick and dying, I cared for him round the clock. I gave him baby aspirin and massaged his paralyzed leg. I made sure he was eating. I made sure he was taking care of himself. I stayed with him as much as I could until there was no other choice but to have him put to sleep. Matthew doesn't check to see how Midnight is doing. He doesn't make sure she has her special food. Basically, he doesn't do shit for his cat unless he is yelled at repeatedly.
But somehow, I'm the one being blamed because I "suddenly stopped" giving her her meds without first notifying Matthew. This shouldn't even be an issue. Matthew should automatically assume that it's his responsibility because Midnight is his cat. Especially after I have repeatedly told him that he needs to be responsible for this and not foist it off on me. But no, even after 11 days of saying that, this is still my fault.
Matthew is such a fucking failure. He annoys the hell out of me. I wish he would just grow the fuck up. And Mom? Well she needs to grow a pair of fucking balls start actually being a mother to Matthew instead of this namby-pamby BS she's doing now.
(Dad, by the way, was in the next room. He didn't say anything throughout this whole debacle.)
I slept in today until nearly 10am. That's 2 1/2 hours after Matthew left for school. I didn't even think to glance at the medication chart to see if Midnight and Teddy had gotten their morning treatments until after 1pm, and that was when I was busy making myself some lunch. Teddy was done, but Midnight was not. Midnight's supposed to get her meds twice a day, around 8am and 8pm. This was 5 hours past that.
I'm so fed up. When my cat, TJ, was sick and dying, I cared for him round the clock. I gave him baby aspirin and massaged his paralyzed leg. I made sure he was eating. I made sure he was taking care of himself. I stayed with him as much as I could until there was no other choice but to have him put to sleep. Matthew doesn't check to see how Midnight is doing. He doesn't make sure she has her special food. Basically, he doesn't do shit for his cat unless he is yelled at repeatedly.
But somehow, I'm the one being blamed because I "suddenly stopped" giving her her meds without first notifying Matthew. This shouldn't even be an issue. Matthew should automatically assume that it's his responsibility because Midnight is his cat. Especially after I have repeatedly told him that he needs to be responsible for this and not foist it off on me. But no, even after 11 days of saying that, this is still my fault.
Matthew is such a fucking failure. He annoys the hell out of me. I wish he would just grow the fuck up. And Mom? Well she needs to grow a pair of fucking balls start actually being a mother to Matthew instead of this namby-pamby BS she's doing now.
(Dad, by the way, was in the next room. He didn't say anything throughout this whole debacle.)
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Date: 2010-11-18 07:44 am (UTC)Matthew would not last five minutes around my mom, I don't think. I love that woman, but she puts the fear of God in me.
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Date: 2010-11-18 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 08:35 am (UTC)...That's actually a good idea. But he's not sharing my bed.
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Date: 2010-11-18 09:29 pm (UTC)Dude, this is the boy who won't even bathe without being reminded 20 times. Of course I wouldn't make you share a bed with him. That's just gross. If you had a barn, I would recommend that you stick him in there for the night.
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Date: 2010-11-20 08:37 am (UTC)He can pick which one he wants to stay in!
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Date: 2010-11-19 03:17 am (UTC)This comment would go for me too if this was ten or so years ago. My mother is more mellow now than she used to be, but if I tried this shit? She stood in the doorway and yelled at me for five minutes "FEED THE CAT NOW! FEED THE FUCKING CAT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! DO IT NOOOWWWWWWWWW" when I was 18 because I originally said "in a little bit" when she told me to feed and water the cat, because I didn't feel like jumping up and doing what she said right then and there. She had different ideas.
And then there's now, and there's my sister, who sounds just as bad as Matthew.
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Date: 2010-11-20 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 02:37 pm (UTC)Who's fault will it be then?
Maybe he "forgot" to look both ways at a stop sign and damages someone's car. I mean, his small irresponsibility now are going to add up to dramatic possibly life changing deals later.
I don't get parents who constantly make excuses for their lazy kids. You're not helping anyone by doing that.
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Date: 2010-11-18 09:15 pm (UTC)At this rate, car accidents won't be an issue because he doesn't have the drive to even start driver's ed, thank god. Even if he did, he wouldn't keep up with it beyond maybe a day (if that) and end up flunking out. I dread the day he starts driving.
In a way, I understand my mom. She's been fighting with Matthew since he was a frickin' toddler. She's burnt out by now. Still, she can't just give up like this.
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Date: 2010-11-18 05:51 pm (UTC)(What's Teddy getting treatment for?)
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Date: 2010-11-18 09:01 pm (UTC)(Nothing dire. Teddy got another hot spot between the pads of his right rear foot. The fur between their toes attracts and holds moisture, which makes Golden retrievers prone to hot spots. We have to keep Teddy's feet dry, and one of his meds helps with that.)
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Date: 2010-11-18 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 09:08 pm (UTC)Oh, and after that happened? Matthew stormed off and refused to medicate his cat. POINT. FUCKING. PROVEN.
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Date: 2010-11-19 12:53 am (UTC)