Not Spoiled

Hello Everyone:

A quiet start to the new week.  That's good because tomorrow I have to go with mum to the doctor, something I don't really like doing because it's such a drag on my time.  I can think of a hundred different things, some less pleasant than others, I'd rather do, including going to the dollar store.  Whatever.  I definitely want to schedule in some writing time tomorrow before and after the appointment.  I still have no idea why Sis and her family can't offer to take mum more often.  Why do I always have to be the one?  It's like no matter how much I say something, the attitude is "we have our lives and you don't have a life.  Our lives don't include helping out more."  I'm the one who's being selfish and spoiled?  Yeah, no.  Anyway, I just have to get it over with.  This whole lack of help is really getting to me.  Even worse is the attitude.  It's either "I'm such a saint" or "You're being spoiled."  I don't see how I'm being spoiled if I ask for help.  Anyone with a semi-functioning braining can see I can't do it alone.  I think "what will happen if I get this planning department job I'm interviewing for next week?"  Am I going to have to put in 16-hour days, 8 hours of paid work and another 8 hours of housework?  Does that sound like a healthy situation?  No, of course not.  If I do get hired, I'm going to insist that mum get regular help with her and the house because there is no way I'm going to come home from work, vacuum and do the laundry, or give up my weekend for it.  Anyway, it's time to eat