We didn’t order for your son,” my sister said, handing him a bread basket while her kids ate $100 steaks and dessert. My dad added, “You should have packed him something.” I just smiled and said, “Noted.” When the waiter came back, I stood up and announced, “I’ve spent most of my adult life cleaning up after my sister’s messes, financial, emotional, even babysitting her kids while she went on her last minute emergency getaways.
I’ve spent most of my adult life cleaning up after my sister Jill. Financial messes. Emotional messes. Babysitting messes. She’d call crying because she “had to get away for a …
We didn’t order for your son,” my sister said, handing him a bread basket while her kids ate $100 steaks and dessert. My dad added, “You should have packed him something.” I just smiled and said, “Noted.” When the waiter came back, I stood up and announced, “I’ve spent most of my adult life cleaning up after my sister’s messes, financial, emotional, even babysitting her kids while she went on her last minute emergency getaways. Read More