I’m too polite to talk about this to people face to face, but it’s easy for y’all to go to the next thread.
Who the hell has it out for me and my family and would they just give us a fucking break?
T-minus 4 years: Oh look, we’re having twins. (and the Corvette transmission dies)
T-minus 3.5 years: Ok Look, the kids are five weeks premature and all that that implies. We get to buy two of everything and get to listen to all the folks that say ‘Boy, I sure couldn’t handle twins!’ No shit. Like we have a choice.
T-minus who knows, it’s ongoing: I’m the nearest family member to my 90+ year old grandfather. Every eight months or so, I get to do the 200 mile round trip to see him at the hospital and ferry him home everytime one of his two dozen medications gets out of joint.
T-minus 2.5 years. Fix Vette. It’s on the road for three weeks. Transmission dies. Finances are really rather deep. Go on Lexapro to deal with the stress. Work sucks.
Grandfather continues the usual health related crap. Get to take twin #1 to ICU with stomach flu/diharreah that nearly kills him. While he’s in the hospital, twin #2 gets it. But since it’s not bad enough to warrant hospitalization, we get to spend from 1 am to 6 am, feeding him a Tbsp of water, every ten minutes, in order to keep him hydrated.
T-minus 2 years. Childcare person decides she wants a real job, we get to put the kids in daycare. We then catch every motherfuckin’ bug on the planet.
T-minus 1.5 years - Kids hit terrible twos. We’re unable to leave the house, go anywhere, and we head rapidly towards losing our identity as a married couple. Finances are so tight that dinner out at a nice place isn’t wise. Fix Corvette. Lasts two months. Transmission dies again. Work continues to suck. (I’m in a glass cubicle, which, due to a faustian arangement, I’ll probably die in.) Grandfather continues to outlive everybody he’s ever known. Loses his girlfriend and best friend (two people) to Parkinsons.
T-minus .5 years. Things start to ease. the list of crap falling off my plate gets to the point that I actually CLEAR the plate. Then I get to deal with Generalized anxiety disorder. Go back on Lexapro. Feel numb, switch to Well butrin, and manage. Grandfather goes from being an independant fella in his own apartment with his own car, to a guy on Medicaid sharing a room with another guy and gets $50 a month. He’s lost his property, his dignity, his mobility. Buy golly, at least I don’t get called in the middle of the night anymore. Only I do. Nobody notices that my Mom’s now the first person on the list. And due to another crappy turn of events, I get to be the one that sells his car out from behind his back. Don’t that make me feel like a winner.
—Please, do not think I have it in for my Grandfather. I merely include him as a HUGE source of my stress over the last few years has been centered around assisting him.—
We get a sizable Tax Refund! We pay down a chunk of debt! One of the cars is paid off! We could be debt free by the end of the summer! It’s like I can see the end of the tunnel. Work starts to turn around. Management is making things a little better for the peons.
It lasts three weeks
My dad takes ill. I’ve been advised to fly out to see him as he might not make it. The visit was totally worth it. I return to work with the feeling that he’s turned the corner.
He dies two weeks later.
We fly me, the wife, and the twins out to see Mom. It’s a $4000 month. We’re right back in the hole we just dug ourself out of. We come home and I can’t possibly figure out how much worse it could get.
Today my wife’s company closed.
SONFOAFUCKINGBITCH! I GET THE POINT ALREADY. Or, rather. WHAT IS THE POINT YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE!?!?
I look at our finances while at work. Things are okay. We can do this. We’ve got enough money to limp along two or more years if necessary. I spend some time in a park regaining my center.
I go to pick the twins up from daycare. Twin #2 who is potty training went through all four pairs of clothes we send with him this morning. Both of them were repeatedly pulled off from each other for wresteling and not listening to the teachers.
I damnear freaking lose it. No violence. That’s not my way. But I’m feeling unhinged.
So. I just got done paying the bills. the minimums. The wife is understandably shaky, the kids are in bed. The refinance paperwork on the Second mortgage (more money for a real loan, rather than an interest only one) was incomplete, so the guy has to come back tomorrow.
The only positive evenyt today: The radon in the basement isn’t bad enough to need mitigation. Woo hoo.
The airbag light is on in my car. I’m sure that’s expensive.
the Corvette Transmission is still persona non grata. But now the relatively cheap fix that’ll Really fix it ($200) is out of reach.
I haven’t talked to Grandfather lately. I’m a little bitter he outlived Dad. by 30 fucking years!
The extravagant purchases over the last few weeks now look pretty damned stupid in light of our current financial situation.
I can’t call the person who’s advice I treasured the most. He’s dead.
What the fuck, folks. I remember seeing a ‘life stress’ questionnaire. It said you had stress if you experienced any one of the following: death in the family, money issues, work stress, family strife, halitosis, minor hangnail. for the first time in my life, I’ve got a Royal Flush in Spades.
What the fuck am I experienceing? I guess the only real answer is to keep trudging along, but christ. When does it end and when am I allowed to relax?