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.
So I’ve been contemplating about blogging yesterday and today. I decided to give in and do it. 
I guess I’m just not really in the mood…but then again, I want to. :/
One of my bunnies died today. 
Mr Bunny. He was one of my first bunnies. I went out to feed them today and saw him just lying there. I just stood there stairing for a minute then went inside to ask Daddy if he could take care of it. I just couldn’t handle it. Well, Moma finaly showed up and she took care of him instead. (Daddy was working on the dryer and Cory had already left for work.)
It’s strange. I could handle the cute but ugly baby bunnies when they died… I guess that’s because I didn’t expect them to live and I didn’t get attached.
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. :)
