Have a grilled mozzarella sandwich. I did. As a snack. Now I feel gluttonous.
/rant
It's been a stressful weekend. MIL's visit didn't go well. I was being a quiet & glaring at Chris because he was roughousing with the big lab in the living room, knocked over a bunch of stuff and was right in front of the tv. MIL basically told Chris she felt they weren't welcome & left a few hours earlier than planned. Up until that point the visit was going fine. So everyone was in tears yesterday afternoon.
I have a pile of journal articles and reports to summarize by tomorrow at noon (about 50 articles and 4 reports). Just got them Friday, so this weekend is crunch time.
Our families are being needy and it's stressing me. I hope Chris is ok. Obviously after his mom's thing yesterday and his dad calling all day (they are divorced) to talk about issues with his vehicles, money, insurance & everything (I think he called 5 times), and given my sister's situation, I am on family overload. I'm tired of interruptions to everything I/we do.
*curls up into big stress ball* Wait, I can't do that...must read & summarize.
/end rant
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7 comments:
*sympathizes* Welcome to the club.
*best Greta Garbo imitation*
I vant to be alonnnnnnnnee.
Puffy, you slay me :D
Kim, much love, sympathy and *hugs* from afar ;-)
((((hugs)))) to you.
So sorry darling.
Sorry for your stress, Weltek. But I don't get the MIL. When you go to your kid's house, you go there to see their life and enjoy their company. Unless she has terrible dog allergies or Chris knocked a table onto her & broke her toe, then MIL is not being appropriate. What did she want him to do?
When I go to my oldest daughter's house (my only kid married & living on her own) I expect that sometimes they will be focussing on me - but mostly they will be living their own lives. It's my job make them feel good about the visit, not vice-a-versa. If Chris is watching TV (March Madness?) then that's what mom does too.
Hope you got through your journals!
Puffy-I can certainly imagine you need alone time! I remember when my mom was dying it was non-stop people in and out. Then again the week of her funeral. My immediate family (dad & sisters) never got time to be alone & grieve. I think the only "alone" time we got was meeting at the funeral home to make final arrangements.
Thanks, woe & boo!
Swami-it's MILs dog. I don't particularly enjoy dogs and she knows that, but we can deal with that. I was more pissed at Chris for roughhousing in the living room with it. His mom just seemed to overdramatize the situation.
I have a pretty much great family. My dad and wife can be a bit much, but they still don't do guilt trips. I hate guilt trips more than anything (including death and dismemberment).
The MIL sounds like a guilt trip. I agree with Swami (who sounds like a great guest). Don't interupt your life to do something none of you want to do. (Sitting in the living room being miserable didn't sound like fun for anyone but the dog). Maybe Chris could visit with MIL. You could visit with your horrible nephews and then after you and Chris will be SO HAPPY to see each other, you'll have alovely evening.
*snort* Good idea, bob! Or we could make MIL go visit the nephews. Maybe then she'll be ok with us not having children.
At least THAT didn't come up this weekend. Maybe she's getting the point.
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