First of all, I love you totally, unequivocally and with all of my heart. I would do anything in the world for you and am crying with love just writing this.
You want so much of me, and I am exhausted just by teaching all day, shopping, planning for work, cleaning, washing and cooking. I get up at 5.50. You complain that all I want to do in the evening is watch TV. I'm just exhausted. Sometimes I wish I could sit in a darkened room by myself for a few hours. Bliss. I really am trying my best, I promise. Could you please tell me what exactly you want of me? You say that I should have hobbies - fine, but we live in the middle of nowhere and only have a limited income. I could be and used to be so much more interesting before I had children. Don't get me started.
Your sister is 11 but you are officially grown ups. One of you works as well as college, one of you is about to graduate and the other one (who moans) lives off us and doesn't have a job. I appreciate that you work really hard at college and I know your dyslexia makes it hard. But that's what other people need to do too. Honestly, it's not all my fault. Sometimes work takes it out of me (I'm very good at my job) and all I want to do is sit in a chair and watch TV, sometimes with a glass of wine. You have come up with no fantastic ideas of things to do together but moan that I haven't got any good suggestions. You're 18, get over it.
PS I love you.