Time to Complain

I need to complain. I need a post just for complaining.

I want to start out by saying that I love my family. I love my little family consisting of AJ, me, and Aaron, and I love my family consisting of my four younger brothers and my mom. I want everyone to be healthy, safe, happy, and comfortable financially. The problem is, while I'm healthy, safe, and happy, I'm not comfortable financially. This causes problems when my family calls me to do something.

Lately, I get phone calls at least every other day to drive someone somewhere. I don't have the money to buy gas to do this all the time, but yet I still try to do it, and then I end up shorting myself and worrying about overdrafting my bank account. Normally, the calls are always to take Robert to or pick him up from work. The huge issue is that my mom, who he lives with, lives literally five minutes from his work, while I live 15 minutes away. To take him to work I have to drive past his work to pick him up. A round trip to and from is 10 miles... times that by two for taking to work and then later picking him up from work and I've burned probably an eighth of a tank of gas. I get called to do this three, four times a week.
Now, add in the fact that I recently got a call to pick him up from high school because he had a tummy ache, at 8:30 in the morning while AJ was still asleep. The fact that AJ and I hadn't woken up for the day didn't matter to my mom, she started in on the guilt trip. I went and did it.
Yesterday, Bryan's car broke down. He asked me if I would take him to an important meeting at his work. If he didn't go he would be fired. I of course said yes. I don't want my brother to get fired, he rarely asks me for anything, and I understand the frustration of a broken car. The issue now is that he said his meeting was from 9:30 to 10:30, Aaron had to be at work at 11:00. I'm taking Bryan to work and I asked him when his meeting gets out just to be sure and he tells me 11:30. So Bryan lives nere me, and he works past my mom's house, 15 min away. Lets put this in a rough estimate of miles: I take Bryan to work, and come home to take Aaron to work - 10 miles. I go pick up Bryan from work to take him home - 10 miles. I go back to my mom's house to drop AJ off so I can go to school - 5 miles. I go to school and drive back to my mom's house - 15 miles. I drive home - 5 miles. Grand total for today - 45 miles, 1/4 of a tank of gas.
Now, this may not seem like a big deal to some, but imagine having all of 75 cents to last you until Friday, and only having just a little less than 1/2 a tank of gas.
The question that is probably burning some of you away is why don't I ask for money. Well, I do ask all the time, but it makes me feel extremely guilty. I also can't ask Bryan because I know he doesn't have any money. To make matters worse for my guilt, my mom tells me that Bryan's car is beyond repair. I want to help him, I don't want him to worry. Why? Because he's my little brother and I love him dearly. Reality sets in, I can't help him. I can't even help myself at this point.
I guess my point is that right now without any money at all, I can't help anyone, but yet they don't seem to understand this. I've explained it again and again that I can't afford any gas but I still get calls to do it. It's like they think that I pee gasoline or something and I can magically fill up my car whenever I want. If I had the money it wouldn't be a problem.... or.... would it???

My time... since I've had a child, I don't have any time. Sleep is precious. If AJ feels the need to sleep in, I'm more than happy to oblige. Getting a phone call that wakes both of us up to go somewhere makes me angry. With the small amount of time that I seem to have during the day, I'm taking care of AJ, cleaning, or doing school work. Sometimes we get the rare option of spending time together with Aaron as a family. I think that my family thinks I'm just sitting around all day watching tv. They expect when they call me that I'll just stop whatever I am doing to meet their every needs.
I do work sometime, I'm a mom all the time, I clean sometimes, I use to take care of myself rarely. Now, I'm trying to exercise, which I have had to find time for amidst all of my other chaos, and whenever I try to get my exercise done.... I get a phone call, or the baby wakes up, or I have too much school work, or it's to late and I have to work in the morning.

WHEN WILL PEOPLE LET ME TAKE CARE OF ME!!!!