I was happily watching Battlestar Galactica.
Listening ti my nephew waking up from his nap at 2230hours and
hearing his screaming tantrums.
Not to mention my little niece yakking up a storm with her cutesy
little voice upstairs.
There are reasons why I dont wear earphones....so I can catch whos
screaming for me to go and help.
Its being kinda bad week with the kids. Sigh....but for them, I say
again. Auntie will do anything for them.
On a stranger note: Someone called my mobile looking for Christy. I
politely chit chat and tells the guy that Christy is no longer
using this number, and if he does see Christy, please remind her
her dentist has been sending me sms reminding her to go for her
dental.
That guy instead....strangely....dates me out. He wants dinner
tomorrow night. He claims his name is Dino, 34 years old and is
Italian. 
After I told sis and all, sis keeps tellings us of the jokes about
Italians. That they have huge egos and are desperate. Plus they
have small dickies...which is compensated by their egos.
Lets see what turns up shall we?
Other then that.....its bad, the couple keeps arguing...and sis
keeps using the threat that she wants to leave the marriage, with
the kids to get some leverage over brother in law. I am totally
helpless, and in no position to say anything...except pull whatever
kid away from the battleground. This is so stressful.
One....I feel guilty that my presense is helping my sister with her
threat, that I am here and able to help her move the kids.
Two....I feel guilty that I am providing the extra helping hands
with the kids that they so badly need.
Its bad....how to rationalise that you are here to help, and yet
compund the problems?
