the house

I have the house. The house where all the kids come. The house where all the kids eat ALL my food. I don't mind being "the house". I just don't like being "the house" ALL THE TIME. The kids had another snow day from school. My neighbor (who works FT) kid wanted to come and play. That is fine. She was dropped of at 8;30 this morning. Her father (who is a teacher and is also off) had errands to run. He called at 3:30 to pick her up. Who the fuck has errands to run for 7 hours?!!!! Total abuse of me. (which I allowed) He does this shit all the time. Once his wife went on a business trip and he dropped his daughter off at a friends house overnight so he could go to the casino. I don't think he gets it. They have an only child (which I get since I am one) but I have three kids. The middle child has two friends here so that means I have 6 kids here. It's like a damn daycare.

I think I'm just jealous because I can't imagine sitting in a house all alone, by myself. Sure I've had the house alone for maybe an hour, but that's it. Someone is always following me. It's either a kid, a dog, a cat, my father or my husband. My dream is going to a nice hotel room on a sparsely populated beach and reading book and book after book. I'll be lucky if it happens by the time I'm 70.

that's the vent of the day.