Ok, the house hubby and I live in used to be my great-grandparents house, they are now in a nursing home. My grandparents live right next door. Sense the house is paid for we don’t have to pay anything for it (they do not charge us any rent)…but my grandparents ask that we help mow the yard (there is an empty lot and field included in that) and take care of my great-grandparents cat.
My grandparents decided to wait until Saturday to mow the yard this week. Well, hubby gets his daughter on most Saturdays. It makes it so that he only gets to see her 3 days out of the month. My grandparents can’t seem to remember/care/understand this. So they are upset that he didn’t help with the yard. They refuse to wait till Sunday or even after 5 on Saturday (when we take her back).
Then today I get a call from them asking if the cat is ok. Well, the cat ran out the door early yesterday morning and I haven’t seen him sense. He usually comes back after being out for a while so I didn’t bother telling them yet as I wasn’t really worried about it. I tell them this and then get another call from them about 30 min. later fussing at me for the cat getting out, then for not helping with the yard. I was standing in WalMart nearly in tears arguing with my grandfather. He went so far as to ask me if I killed the cat!! I’m sorry, I’ve put up with the stupid thing this long why would I wait till now to kill it?
I almost hope that he doesn’t come back. But then again… I’m thinking about if he does come back, I’m going to pack our stuff, put it in the car, take the cat to my grandfather, say something like ‘here’s your precious freakin cat, you take care of him and then move back into my parents basement. We lived there for a while when we were first married, we can do it again, and my parents would be very happy about it right now.
I just can’t handle their crap anymore. No matter what we do nothing is good enough, they still find something to complain about. Hubby mowed the entire yard one week and they still got out there to weedeat (when it didn’t need to be done, DH did what was needed).
GRRRRRR!!!!!
I know I sound ungrateful for them letting us live here rent free. I’m not, I’m very grateful. I just can’t handle this right now. I mean…I was crying in WalMart! That’s just not right.
Nearly in tears,
but what can I do?
Out of my control.
Tired and angry.
Making me sad.
Can’t be controled,
what do I do?
So, I was about to start crying a minute ago. All this crap that has been happening to me is starting to wear me down. It seems like I just can’t catch a break anymore. As most of you know I get cysts in an extremely senstive area that is more painful than childbirth (so I’ve been told). I have another one now. I had one just a month ago also. Three weeks ago my back was hurting so bad that I couldn’t do anything without being in pain, then I got a cold where my throught got dry and scratchy and painful, now I have another cyst. So I have been in some sort of pain for the past month.
On top of the pain I start to feel like a bad mother and wife. With my back hurting and the cysts I can’t do house work (ok, I could but I would be in tears not long after getting started). So right now the dishes are so far behind I can’t see my sink, we are running out of clean clothes, and my house just looks like crap. Oh, and when we have Jeremiah (every other week) I can’t do anything with him like I normally do. I normally take him to the park, play ball with him at the house, and other activities. Now my mom has been taking him after school for me sense Cory has to work. He is still having fun, but it makes me feel like crap. My house is discusting me enough that if I had the money I would pay someone to come over and clean it for me. My mom would if I asked her to, but she is already doing so much for me.
I just keep wondering what I’m going to do once the baby gets here? If my back gets that bad again I’m not even going to be able to lift him, if I have a cyst…well, if I have a cyst I’ll manage…but it will be a lot of pain.
I just don’t know what to do. I know crying and feeling sorry for myself are not going to help anything, but laying here all day I have nothing better to do…lay here and think about how crappy things are right now and not knowing what to do about any of it.
Ok, so I was reading someones blog yesterday and they said that they had decided to delete all their old blog posts (after saving them of corse) because it’s a new year so there should be a fresh start. (If this was you let me know and I will link to you.) Anyways..I was thinking of doing the same thing. Only also adding a new layout and organizing my pages and such. 
I’m also going to start trying to write blog posts that are a decent length. Most of mine are fairly short and usually annoy me. I was thinking about making myself get to a certain word count…but maybe not. I don’t know yet. We shall see.
Yesterday was a crappy day. Well, school was ok (first day back)..but work was crap. After a day like that at work I’ve decided that I hate working there. I’ve never liked working ‘normal’ jobs. WalMart is definatly a ‘normal’/deadend job. They tell you that it isn’t a deadend job, they tell you that anyone can work their way up the ladder in the WalMart corporation. But the way I see it…it’s a deadend job. I don’t think there are many people that aspire to be a WalMart employee.
Not only is it a deadend job, but they treat you like crap. Let me explain:
Sense I started back in August I have been sick/unable to work quite a bit. (Not as much as January of last year, but that’s another story.) WalMart has a point system. You get a point when you miss a day of work, half a point when you are late, 1/3 of a point if you leave early but only after you have been there for at least half of your shift. Well, I had a dentist appt. in September and another in October, both of which I couldn’t get them to let me have time off for. So I got points for that. I almost passed out at work 3 times and decided to leave early in November. I got in a wreck in November and was late. I had the misscariage the beginning of December and was late because of going to the doctor. I had a cyst before Christmas and left early one day because I was in so much pain. And I think that’s it. So all of those times I have had an actual reason for not being there. I’m not like the teenagers who call in on Friday because of a party, or the ones that call in on Saturday because they are hugover because of a party. That’s not me. I get a job because I need it. I work hard for the people I’m employed by..but aparently that’s not enough. Now they have told me that sense I haven’t been there for more than 6 months if I miss another day I will be fired. Well f**k them, I don’t give a s**t.
Ok, please excuse me for that last sentence. I don’t normaly talk like that. WalMart is just not one of those places that I can stand to work at for a long period of time. I keep saying that I will be quitting at the end of this semester…but it may be before that. Of corse, I won’t quit if I know we still need the money. That’s the only reason I’m there now.
Anyways…. How’s this for a decent length post? haha.
Alrighty, at some point I will actually have a little something about me in here, untill then, this is all ya get. :P Sorry. O and there will be a picture too. For now I'm going to work on this layout. It's almost done. :)
