Okay, I have been seriously thinking about moving back home with my mom. This is really hard, because first of all, my mom can work a nerve. I love her to death, but like I said she can WORK A NERVE. You see, my mom had a stroke, which left the right side of her body paralyzed. This occurred over 5 years ago. To top that off, she if overweight, with diabetes and the sweet tooth of a swarm of Honeybees. (Do Honeybees have sweet tooth?) To date my little brother and sister, both 29 years of age, have been living at home taking care of her. It is pretty much a twenty four hour a day job, but only because my mom can be so damn demanding. She wants what she wants right then and there and does not want to wait. I have told her, over and over again; that she is working on other people’s time and needs to be patient. Now, she says that she is working on it, but God knows that that’s a lie. She ain’t working on that shyt, because she is constantly commenting the same freaking violations. Then there is the fact that you can be right in the room with her and she won’t want anything, but as soon as you step out of eyesight, she needs something. What the hell is up with that? And I mean, literally, she wants something as soon as you step away and start to do something else.
Okay, I am getting off track. The reason that I am thinking, even more seriously, about moving back home is because I don’t think that my little brother and sister are giving my mom the best care that they can, especially my little sister (who is gonna make be me beat her ass and end up losing my job). Sunday morning, around 5:45 am, I am in the middle of a foot patrol with my troops, when I get a phone call from my mom saying that she needs me to come and put her in the bed. She sounds like she is crying, which she does a lot; which is annoying. I know that sounds mean, but you have to understand my mom. She cries at the drop of a hat, for no reason. Of course, I am concerned, at first, because she is crying and saying that she needs to be put back in bed. Since she never calls me at work, I am freaked out. Then, once I realize that she is okay, she just can get my little sister to get wake up to push her up into the bed, I am pissed off because she is crying for no good reason.
Here is the set up. My mom is in my old bedroom, which is on the other side of the house (Yeah, they isolated my ass from the rest of the family). My sister is in my mom’s old bedroom, with her door closed, sleeping with my handsome, bad ass, little nephew (so I am sure she is wore out and probably can’t hear my mom calling her). So, I cut my foot patrol short, and head to my mom’s house. Luckily she doesn’t live too far off channel. I stop by Mickey-D’s to get her some breakfast, let myself inside the house, pick up her legs and pull them over onto the bed, and ask her if she needs anything else? She says no and commences to complain about my little sister. I don’t won’t to hear it. I am the only Sergeant that morning and a sexual assault has just come out, as I am getting the cover adjusted to her liking. This particular sexual assault says that it is still in progress, so it is one that I have to respond too, while I am on the other side of town. I lock the door and set off code three to the sexual assault. I still get there before my lazy ass troops. It turns out to be a deal (which means it was a shady, hoe ass, crack-head, bogus call).
Anyway, as I am driving home I contemplate a family meeting and bringing up the topic of moving home to take care of my mom, my damn self. However, there is one major stipulation. She has to kick out the three, grown ass people, living with her. That is my twin brother and sister (my little brother was in Houston at the time of the incident, just recently fired from his job of 4 months) and my 25 year old nephew (who is hardly ever there to begin with, also recently fired from a job). And you know neither one of their ass have saved any money for a rainy day (the typical black man’s mentality). So, I am willing to put my house up for rent and take care of my mom, but I refuse to raise grown ass people, so their asses need to go. PEACE!
I know you are wondering why I don’t just have her move in with me. Well, the answer is simple. The hallway leading to my bedrooms are too narrow for her to maneuver her wheel chair through; as I already explained, my mother is a woman of some girth (and she can’t drive that wheel chair for shyt). So, my only choice would be to move in with her, or start looking for another house (I have been looking for a bigger house. Trust me, that ain’t gonna happen for a minute).
I already have it figured out. Since I work nights, she should be fine at home alone. She can get up to go to her port-a-pot by her lonesome. Since I am a supervisor, I can sneak off to check on her if the need arises. I have already had the experience of having to wipe her bottom for her, and I was not as traumatized as I thought I would be, so I am okay with that. The money that I get for rent on my house I can use to hire a part-time nurse for the actual bathing, because I just am never gonna get that comfortable. And then I will just have to put her in check on that calling a brother ever thirty minutes crap, because it is hard enough to sleep during the day as it is. Also, I would have to put an end to every Tom, Dick and Harry, just coming and going out of the house as they damn well please. That shit is neither cool nor safe. They know damn well we live in the hood.
Problem is, she would never be willing to put these sorry ass (excuse this word) niggers out! Trust me, I have broached to subject before. The last time I told her this she not only had the three I just mentioned living with her, but also my other two grown ass nieces; and would have the nerve to call me and ask to borrow money to pay a bill. Hell naw! I refuse to pay bills when you have five grown ass people living with you, who all have cell phones and shit and no jobs. How the fuck does that shit happen? I got a look at one of my niece’s cell phone bills, which she has left laying about. That bitch was a little over two hundred dollars. Fuck that! That little heifer needs to put up some money on some utilities. I told my mom then, that if she was gonna have my two older sister’s kids living with her than they need to be the ones chipping in. That was not my responsibility and I meant that shit. And I stand by it now. If you want my help, kick their ass out!
I am more than willing and capable of taking care of my mother my damn self; but I’ll be damn if I take care of the rest of them. My little nephew is the only exception, but the rest of those bastard s and bitches gotta go. I ain’t lying.
-One Man's Opinion. Peace