My sister.....

She had Z and H down to her house for about a week this summer.

While there, Z talked about some of the people he watches on Youtube.  He talked about Minecraft too.

She proclaimed he's losing it and he considers these people his friends.

? Um, no, he just thinks they are funny.

When we lived in the mobile home park, I much preferred him watching that than running in the streets with the hoodlums that lived there...and they sure did live there.  :(

She let him have pop twice a day and she said I give him too much pop.  Um, I usually only allow one a day and it's a 12 oz can.

I also feed him wrong.  He's getting chubby.

Have I mentioned she has no children, not to mention he's a child on the autism spectrum (that's what the doctor said, he's just so high functioning, diagnosing him would be bad) so he's got his little ways.  I was honestly shocked he went down there.

After he got home she started texting me one day about how if he's playing in band in high school he needs an exercise regime and a better diet.  I said, thank you but I don't need advice on raising my son.  She said she's helped raise all my children and she's always given me advice like this and that is why they are the people they are today.

SMH. I was pissed.  :( She's tried to give me advice.  I didn't listen to her when I knew she was wrong.  I never thought she thought she raised my kids?  :( Anyway, she is very angry with me.  I tried explaining to her that discussing my kids with her doesn't mean she raised them.  I just couldn't get her to understand it's not the same as raising them.  She didn't change diapers or clean up puke or listen her teenage daughters cry of stupid things or put up with moody boys day in and day out.  It's called parenting.  It doesn't happen 1000 miles away.

Jump to a few weeks ago.  She said she was coming up from Tennessee to visit family and see Dad.  Dad is 240 north of me.  She was up there with her husband for a week.  She told me they had no time to stop in my area.

Yesterday they posted early in the morning they were on the way home with a pic of highway near our hometown.

This morning, a friend of hers thanked her for coming to see her on Facebook.  Her friend lives farther out of her way than we do.  She skipped us again.  I too am Facebook friends with her friend and I liked the post.  Then the post disappeared.

Sometimes, I feel like garbage.

Someday's it is hard to be me.

I have work today, where I am expected to grow thicker skin.  Oh boy.