FML

Today I started laundry for my mother and sister. Once again, my laundry wasn't included because I can't get it downstairs by myself. Maybe next week.

I am looking after dogs that aren't mine, but sleep with me, whine if I don't pet them, and come to me when they're scared of thunder. They also make the bed vibrate when they scratch, waking me in the night.

I have spent three days looking after new trees that the dogs keep trying to dig up. Mulching without a shovel or even a trowel isn't enjoyable. Watering the ones the hose won't reach counts as weight training.

Mom is less than continent. I got an ear full last week for buying the wrong brand of pads -- her preferred brand hasn't been available anywhere we've looked -- and another ear full for letting her run out when she hadn't mentioned running low. (For the record, she does have a full package of the diapers, but doesn't like to wear them.)

She complains if I do something for her without asking because she's not a child -- I agree, by the way -- but she also complains if I ask too often or don't do something she wants when she wants it, no matter what I'm in the middle of.

I just needed to whine tonight. Sorry.