As many of you know, I have health problems. I'm in the midst of a huge flare. I. Don't. Feel. Good. And that's an understatement. Yet, I'm managing to help Wynter with her school work, take care of the house, the pets, keep up with Devon's coming and going's, etc. Today, I really feel terrible. The dogs are being dogs and all over the place. I told Wynter that I cannot deal with the dogs today. Her response? She's sore from running around last night and she doesn't feel good either. She threw a hissy fit. Let's think about this and all the pets: Cats - Puddles, Abbey and Hydro...that's 3 out of the 4 cats that we have because of Wynter. Dogs - Jewel and Buster....that's both dogs that we have because of Wynter. Who ends up taking care of them? Me. She promised me and promised me and promised me when we got Buster that this time would be different. It was. For about 2 weeks. I will not punish the animals for her selfishness. I love them and I don't mind taking care of them. I just don't think, at the very least, it's too much to ask to take care of them when I'm feeling like I've been hit by a truck. I really don't like her today. I don't want to see her, I don't want to talk to her. And I promise that in about an hour, she'll come to me like nothing happened and then got all upset again when I'm still upset with her. Last night, I was fantasizing about getting a hotel room for the weekend, ordering room service for breakfast, lunch and dinner and just doing whatever I wanted with no one interrupting me or making any demands on me. I do too much for her, I know. I really struggle with that. Consistency is a big problem for me. Thanks for letting me vent. I hope this made sense. I'm not sure my head is attached to my body.