Thursday, January 28, 2010

MY HOUSE

I recently celebrated my birthday. I had a really wonderful day. It also made my think of MY HOUSE. My house is FULL of Drama, Problems, Love, Laughter, Confusion, Hate, Jealousy and sooo much more. Let me explain....

In 2001, I purchased a duplex. At the time, it was a very good idea. I would move my mom in with me, since she was close to retirement (not to mention, I depended on her to be my live in babysitter) and Man-child and I would live upstairs. My Mom also cares for her brother, Uncle Mike, who is disabled. Simple, you would think - I did not factor in that EVERYONE comes to Grandma's house - ALL THE TIME. Since everyone comes to Grandma's house, there is always something going on. Everyone ASSUMES that they can spend over whenever they feel like it, move in, eat, do their laundry, or drop off their kids. Like most Grandmas, my Mom is there with welcoming arms.

At Grandma's house you will find, my neice Latrice and her three kids (Mykia, Jayden and MacKenzie) Grandma babysits while she works; Shanika with her daughter Mekhia (who is always between jobs and boyfriends but she always has money for her weave); Nephews Eddie and Dominique - both in high school and full of drama; and two of my brothers, Dennis and Sam, who both refuse to find "real" jobs (they just like to make up side jobs and work at will in between jail time); My other brother and the Texas Chain Gang moved back to Texas (I've shared that story in the past) and they call at least twice a week to say nothing. Everyone is jealous of one another, talks about each other and drives Aunt Pumpkin crazy in the midst of it all (by the way, I am Aunt Pumpkin)

In the past two years, I noticed that I have been given the title of "Bank of America". One of the pitfalls of being the oldest and only girl in the family. I just look at them all and say "I'll help with what I can and no more". At times, I have over extended my self (Lesson learned when the Texas chain Gang moved in) but then that evil "Project girl" comes out and everyone backs off. And where is Man-child - in the second floor apartment on his computer thinking of other ways to drive me crazy.

As I celebrated my birthday and I laughed at the presents I received from the kids, bubble gum bubble bath, coupons to Chucke Cheese, tickets to Disney on Ice, a gift card from Borders and another pair of slippers from Man-child, I realized that MY HOUSE is crazy and stressful, and at times, unbearable - but it is MY HOUSE. Keep us All in Prayer.

10 comments:

  1. It's always wonderful to enter your world. Thanks for sharing

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  2. I keep telling you it should be in a book :)

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  3. "but it is MY HOUSE."

    That says it all...sure it could be better but at the end of the day, life isn't perfect and it doesn't always feel good but we each have our own life to live...and I don't know about you but I'm not ready to give up on mine yet...I love this and I love you!!!

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  4. Love it. As crazy as it may seem its yours. Accept that this is the family you have it could be lot's worse. I often wish I was in the same city as my family rather than 1000+ miles away and then I read this. NOT!!! Thank God for family crazy or not.

    Kisses to you.

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  5. Uhmmm, are you compiling all of this great material into a book yet? This was fantastic Cilla (as always).

    Edwina

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  6. Kindred!

    You know I hear you. Everytime the bills get high, something breaks down or needs replacing, someone else needs my assistance...I can come home and sit down on my raggedy furniture and say...MINE

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  7. I'll keep you in prayer. Family, what can you do?

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  8. That's right, 'Cilla. It's *your* house. And I will definitely keep you in prayer.

    Best!

    Patricia

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  9. Cilla -

    Another wonderful blog!
    Just want to know when you are going to write that book - you tell a wonderful story.

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  10. Everyone... Thanks again for your support. Never dreamed that I was much of a story teller but your encouragement means sooo much to me :-)

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