It's never easy to deal with siblings. I have 6 of them, but hardly ever talk with any of them. Most friends come in and out of our lives, but siblings are always there. They remind us (or at least me) of my childhood - good and bad.

When I was single and living by them they would call often for a babysitter. Now they hardly call at all.

I also let others create my schedule. It got to the point where the only time I had to myself was spent crying about all the things I promised to do but couldn't. In some ways I still do that, but I've also learned to take time out for myself sometimes. Go for a walk, put in a movie and work on crafts, journal or work on my novel. Not for hours on end, but sometimes only a short time to do something I want to do.

Not always easy, but very necessary.

I probably wasn't much help, but I'm willing to listen if you want to vent.