I just... I don't GET it. Every single day, my mother is over there, babysitting those terror children for FREE, and she acts like it’s a privilege. She’s EXHAUSTED, I see it, I *know* she’s tired but she won’t say anything because she needs to be the "helpful" one, the SAINT. And I’m stuck here with Leo, constantly, *constantly* trying to keep him from destroying the house and all I can think is… is this what I’m gonna be? Just… a caregiver? Forever? Because that’s what it feels like. Like it’s just expected. For me. For her. Ugh.