So tired of this
Sep. 7th, 2010 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twistdfateangel I love children. Really I do. They're precious and snuggly and adorable. I'm glad to watch them. Provided I volunteer or am asked, rather than being "volun-told".
I have been drafted to look after the Boss' baby. I don't mind as long as I am ASKED first. I had things I was going to do tomorrow morning. The bedroom needs serious cleaning. The dishes need doing. I have sewing and laundry to do. If they had asked me before "Hey, Brenna, can you watch the baby?" I might have said, "sure, okay." I would have been able to reschedule my chores to keep an eye on him without being more than a room away. Instead, everybody, whether they mean to or not has gotten in on this. I just got a text, from my husband (who I THOUGHT understood) asking if I was getting up at 8 to watch the baby. I left my phone downstairs and didn't hear it until he texted me back with "Well?"
I am tired of everyone assuming that because I am housebound and young, that I am just sitting around waiting for shit to be given to me to do. I am tired of feeling ganged-up on and picked at and used up. I wish I could just run away with the circus, like they used to do.
I just want them to acknowledge that I have a say. At the very least, they could pay me for this.
I have been drafted to look after the Boss' baby. I don't mind as long as I am ASKED first. I had things I was going to do tomorrow morning. The bedroom needs serious cleaning. The dishes need doing. I have sewing and laundry to do. If they had asked me before "Hey, Brenna, can you watch the baby?" I might have said, "sure, okay." I would have been able to reschedule my chores to keep an eye on him without being more than a room away. Instead, everybody, whether they mean to or not has gotten in on this. I just got a text, from my husband (who I THOUGHT understood) asking if I was getting up at 8 to watch the baby. I left my phone downstairs and didn't hear it until he texted me back with "Well?"
I am tired of everyone assuming that because I am housebound and young, that I am just sitting around waiting for shit to be given to me to do. I am tired of feeling ganged-up on and picked at and used up. I wish I could just run away with the circus, like they used to do.
I just want them to acknowledge that I have a say. At the very least, they could pay me for this.
Re: Well...
on 2010-09-09 01:37 am (UTC)and for the people around you.
*chuckle* One year, we had a
housemate AND other random friends
often dropping by during summer,
which happens to be my busy season for writing -- I do calendar/almanac assignments then. I actually took one of those foam doorknob signs, with a tiny whiteboard on it, and wrote "The Dragon Is Writing." I would hang it on my office door so that people would know not to bother me. (I wasn't closing the door for air circulation reasons.) It saved many arguments.