Expectations ©

Sunday was a lazy day and I got to say, I needed a day to do absolutely nothing.
The first thing I did was go next door but bumped into my mother sitting on the back deck filling a bubble solution toy for my niece who was sitting there quietly knowing soon she could go amok when my mother was done.

She passed the now loaded “Ariel” blowing machine (There is something perverted I could say here but will let it pass) to her to chase bubbles all over the deck and I wished her a Happy Mothers Day.
She told me my father surprised her for the first time ever.
He gave her flowers that didn’t have tomatoes attached to them.
I was shocked to here this bit of news.
The old man must be getting soft in his old age.
We walked into the kitchen and my father was at the counter preparing the meat for the BBQ.
She brought me the vase and again I was shocked to see the flowers.
“It’s the first time ever”.
My father beamed.
Yeah I guess it is, it’s the first time I planted those flowers out front.
I gave my father that look and he turned and went back to his marinating.
I had bought my mother a cake from the same place Vickie got me my cake.
They make great cakes and also got her a plant, just like the one she was trying to sneak out of my house the other day.

My brother came in and Amanda ran to him like she always does.
She told him she wanted to go shopping.
She always wants to go shopping and my brother takes her and buys her what ever she wants the kid is spoiled rotten by everyone but me.
He asked he what she wanted to buy and she said a mothers day present for her mother.
He fell silent as we all laughed.
My brother is a cheap fucker where it comes to the SIL.
He doesn’t even buy her a card for Valentines Day.
When they got back the kid had a soccer ball for her mother.
I bet she will love that.

Every one spoils this kid but me, if fact I am the mean uncle Walker.
My mother and SIL have to sit down and feed her or she won’t eat and she will only eat what she wants and she asks for a lot.
I could walk in and there will be 3-4 different meals on the table she requested and won’t eat any.
When I am there though she eats what’s in front of her and she eats it by herself.
My parents are afraid to even make a move to feed her when I am there not even my brother says a word.
When I am not there they tell her that they will call me if she doesn’t eat and she grabs the fork and starts eating or like the other day when she heard my back door slam she stopped crying and ran to the table and started eating so I wouldn’t see her causing trouble.

I don’t know if I like being the bad guy here but she is behaving when I am around.
When I baby-sit her she is quiet and watching her videos. (I’m getting sick of Winnie the Pooh).
When she is alone with my parents she is moving the furniture around.
I blame my brother for her behaviour because he encourages it and one day he will regret it, not that he would blame himself for it of course, he’ll blame the SIL.

I have a lot to blame on my brother though especially lately.
I have him to blame for why I am stressed out recently and all the running around I have been doing.
He is so selfishly stubborn he has the whole family on pins and needles when we are not all yelling at each other and eventually my parents cave in and I find myself being outnumbered and overwhelmed with some fucken idea he had and started, only to abandon it leaving my parents in the lurch with me to turn to, to fix.

He talked my father into buying a new snow blower two years ago when he already had two by saying he would pay for it only to back out when my father charged it on his card.
Now we have three snow blowers with the last one costing my parents $2000.
Then it was the patio last year and when we got to the pickup the materials he backed out leaving my parents in disarray.
The only good thing was my father refused to pull out his VISA that time.

This time the job he is starting is huge.
He has talked my father into changing the wiring in both houses.
They called in a couple of electricians for estimates and we are looking at about $18,000 to do the job.
These houses were built in 1930 and the still have knob and tube in at least half of each house and as it stands now it is illegal.
I told my father we should get a homeowners loan since both houses are paid for and free of debt.
The bank lets you have the loan at 3%, which is good but he and my brother have a better idea and that’s to buy everything they need and have ME do the work.
They figure it would only cost them $1000 and I have nothing better to do.
I know my stuff but I am no electrician by trade and I definitely don’t know how to fish lines through the walls.
There are approximately 60 outlets, 30 lights and switches.
I have been fighting this every step of the way and my brother has been turning my parents against me saying I am lazy and just want them to borrow money to waste.

The last time he talked them into something this big, was to tear down the back rooms and rebuild them with the promise of him helping and in the end when the whole place was demolished he left and I was stuck with rebuilding the back end of the house by myself.
I can’t ask my father for help because he would only create more work for me because he thinks close enough is two inches shorter than the other leg.

Not only do they want me to do the work but the little fucker insults me to boot.
He is saying he will fork out the money to get it done and I don’t have any money to put in.
That’s true, I don’t but where was he when I helped pay for these houses.
I have been working since I was ten and never saw a pay check past the five bucks my father through me once a week while he got to grow up like other normal kids.

At sixteen I was working for 2 bucks an hour for 8 hours a day then finding a way to go to school only to have to drop out in my senior year to help my father with the company because he was drowning and I was the only one that could dig him out, without pay of course.
Then when my parents were almost killed in a car accident and in the hospital I was stuck alone to try and save their contracts with no help from him and in the end it almost killed me and I still managed to fail loosing over $100,000 of my parents savings and they blamed me for it.
Where was he then?
OH that’s right he was busy fucking some 38 year old woman who had bought him a car to use to go see her when he was 18 only to take it away and give it to some other moron when she was bored of him.

I spent the next 5 years helping them make it back while not being paid for working 12 hour days and still running my street business at the same time trying not to get busted before I reached the goal and knew my parents had some money to retire on.
He was out having a good time.

My first conviction as an adult was going to jail for him by admitting to something I didn’t do to make my mother happy because he was my mother baby.
Then she wonders why I refused to see them when they came to visit me.

He is eager to get this work done while my parents are alive hoping to get them to help pay for it.
He is not stupid.
The house my parents live in is the one he will get so he wants to make sure its perfect I guess.

On top of the electric I have to paint this house then build and pay for the deck he backed out of last year.
I have already started some of the work.
I emptied the back room and patched it up and have painted it.
Hmm that is a post by itself.
I am waiting right now for a carpet to be delivered so I can finish it and move the things that are to go in there.

The other day though he came and said he found an electricians assistant to help me for $5000.
We will see how that goes, cheap help usually means cheap work so I may be doing it by myself anyway and with my track record I will probably end up with an afro by the time I am done.
That all starts on the 19th so if you see less of me just know I will be swinging off ladders and hopefully not landing to hard on the ground.
This better be all done by the time my BBQ comes around on August 18th.
So much to do, so little time to do it.

Ok I got that off my chest.
Have a nice day.

Now where is my toolbelt........

Walker