Sometimes my dad would pee off the back porch at night. I swear the dog gave him strange looks when she realized what he had done.
Well, this has been a shit vacation. My husband got violently ill Saturday, so with MIL in town all childcare fell to me. We were supposed to go to the zoo, guess that’s out. Ok. Sunday he is a little better, but no restaurant food for us, so one of my favorite things about vacation is out. I am absolutely stir crazy at this point with a preK and too much screen time. Husband was to drive MIL back to friends house early Monday so I’m like, well, at least I’ll have some quiet time to myself today.
Not so. Husband doesn’t feel up to driving, okay, and I have a webinar so I can’t drop off MIL, so now we’re waiting for her friend to pick her up, not only am I not by myself I’m stuck with two other people, and oh by the way I get to take my son to therapy this afternoon because husband doesn’t want to drive.
Okay. Fuck my whole vacation then.
Next time you have vacation scheduled, simply leave. They will all be alive when you return after your vacation. The rest of how they fare / fared in your absence is up to them.
I mean the following with nothing but affection and sympathy. When you almost always place all your interests almost dead last, you’re going to live a life of frustration and unrewarded unsatisfying martyrdom. It doesn’t have to be that way. Or at least not completely that way. A little self-care will go a very long way.
As I am fond of saying to my children (and grandchildren): You are the sole architect of your own happiness.
My husband is sick. He needed my help. That’s how relationships work.
If I had just fucked off and left him alone with the kid and his Mom that would have been extremely shitty.
No, sometimes your best laid plans just get fucked. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s not “martyrdom” to be pissed off when your vacation is ruined.
My husband is a grumpy man when he doesn’t get adequate rest. I am too, btw. But the difference is that I feel like I’m not allowed to be.
So this past weekend was our weekend to do a slightly better job of cleaning the house because next weekend I have to work at work so I won’t be able to do it and we will have a babysitter coming to watch the kids for the same reason. Saturday night, I slept like shit, only getting to sleep around 3 am with our son waking up at 6:30 am on Sunday. I got up with the kids, as I usually do being the “morning” person and was grumpy because I didn’t get sleep. The kids were rowdy and generally being annoying so at around 8 am, I went back into the bedroom and gently woke my husband up. I told him that I was annoyed with the kids and, without directly saying it, implied that I would like some rest from the children, and asked him to please wake up now. He woke up absolutely PISSED OFF. He also didn’t wake up immediately so I didn’t lay back down and instead, I went out to start my chores. He finally comes out and start yelling at generally everyone, our daughter for not helping with the cleaning and our son for being in the way. I try to diffuse the situation but he just keeps escalating every little thing. It was INFURIATING. On top of that, I just wanted him to tidy the living room. In fact, I didn’t want him specifically to tidy the living room. I just wanted the living room to get tidied at some point. But he took it upon himself to deep clean the living room. He cleaned up behind the chaise, he went through the piles, he vacuumed the corners with the hose attachments. He went to town cleaning the living room, making a huge fuss, yelling at children, all because he was put out of bed a little earlier than normal.
And it was all my fault because I was a little grumpy. At least the living room is clean.
(Meanwhile, I cleaned the kitchen, cleaned out the refrigerator, did the laundry, even folded most of it, made the grocery list and did the grocery shopping, and did all children caring tasks except one diaper.)
((Don’t worry, he’s not usually a huge asshole.))
Oh. You thought he was referring only to this one past incident? In that case, you certainly have a point. But he said “in the future.”
This isn’t a thing that often happens. In fact, this would be a first. But in the future, if my husband is sick and his elderly mother is visiting, I’m not going to abandon them then, either.
I know I’m a total crank today, but we did manage to salvage a few hours together after MIL departed. And I found out I got a new grant. New funding always cheers me a bit.
Yaay for good news!!
I’m sitting in the waiting room for my son’s therapy and there’s a seven or eight year old girl (probably autistic, that’s sort of the trend here) sniping at her brother like, you know, kids do.
The adult woman watching her says, “If you could see the look on your face, you’d know why you don’t have any friends.”
Damn. I get that she’s acting bratty, but who the fuck says that to a child?
I’m battling tinnitus, pressure in the ear, and hypersensitivity to sound. It has been going on for a month now. I’m scheduled for an MRI at the end of October. I’m scaring myself by looking online at the possibilities, and the scariest is that it might be a tumor in the vestibular canal area. That’ll involve surgery on my head, and that’s not good.
It might just be fluid in your middle or inner ear. It can take months to drain; medical treatment can speed things up.
It’s an ear-itating problem of mine. 
Got my fourth uti of the year. Sigh.
At some point in the last month or so CVS has apparently instituted a policy that if your medical record shows that you’re lactose intolerant they won’t let you have a prescription delivered until you talk to a pharmacist.This means that in order to get my last three prescriptions refilled I have to call the pharmacy. Except that when I call the pharmacy I have to spend five minutes pressing buttons before the system will actually let me talk to a pharmacist. Then, of course there’s the fifteen minutes I have to spend on hold listening to reminders that I can get covid tests, vaccine appointments, or sign up for their app. Last week the pharmacist said she would remove the lactose intolerance notation from my record so I could have prescriptions mailed. Nope, when I tried to have another prescription mailed today I got the same message about having to call the pharmacy.
CVS does not exist to provide customer service. They are just there to take your money. Good luck with that. IMO, of course. I used to go to a wonderful pharmacist at the local Target. CVS took over and insisted on using their own staff who were slow and poorly trained. I don’t know where my pharmacist friend went but I ended up moving my prescription service to Costco.
I hope they can remove it from your record, but if it is in your medical record with Epic, it will likely keep appearing at CVS.
My daughter had friends over on Saturday night, which is great, since it’s been a couple of months since they’ve been able to all get together. However, one of her friends was wearing way too much perfume, and she sat in my usual chair. We ran air purifiers after everyone went home, but the scent lingered all day yesterday in spite of that. Last night, I realized that my chair had absorbed the smell, and it was still radiating it this morning. I ended up using our portable carpet cleaner on it, and although it’s not rubbing off on my clothes (or the cat - the cat smelled of it last night) anymore, there’s still a definite aroma. I’ll need to clean it again tomorrow.
My daughter is going to gently mention that I’m really sensitive to perfumes before the next time this friend comes over, and maybe we’ll cover the furniture with blankets or something.
And if she could hear herself, she would know why she doesn’t have any friends. Sheesh!
My daughter used to dunk herself in a 55 gallon drum of perfume when she was a teen. It was to cover up the fact that she was smoking. I’d rather have smelled the smoke, I think.
Time for my annual rant about ESPN.
I bought a 55" TV. Great for watching football. Except ESPN has decided that since TV’s are big they can actually show two games at once, which due to aspect ratio really means I’m watching more like a 27" TV. Here’s an idea, how about you people fuck off and die, and let me watch the game on the screen size I prefer! (and paid for!)