Responsibility is irksome

Getting ready to make a long drive tomorrow to the other side of the mountains to visit my folks for Thanksgiving weekend. That, in itself, isn't too bad I suppose... if it were just me.  Sometimes I do become rather weary of being the one who is expected to make sure everyone *else* has clean clothing, packed and ready, in appropriate combination, amount and thickness for the season plus foodstuffs for the trip, plus the foodstuffs we're bringing as our share of the holiday, plus my mom's b-day stuff, plus checking maps, making sure there's gas in the car, money in the wallet and water in the water-bottles, etc etc.

Ever wanted to just pull out your hair and let them all go hungry/thirsty/naked?  Yeesh!

Anyway... I don't usually use a journal for grumbling to no purpose.  It made me wonder if you remember at what point your parents just pulled away from 'taking care' of your life (while still home? Not til after you moved out? Are they still lurking under your window making sure you change your bedding and have fresh water in your bedside cup?)

I've done relatively well - mine all do their own laundry and have gotten better at packing their own suitcases, they even sometimes offer to help with food without having to be prompted first... I just need to back off and let go without being there to 'save' them I guess.  Did your parents just let you fail, or were they there to catch you before you hit the ground?