Random thoughts that are floating through my mind, wanted to be shouted out loud along with stamping of feet, but too shameful to share except here on OS, where the world is not so judgy.
Boyfriend, I'm glad that you are here taking care of MIL, she's happy to have you here and so am I. But oh my fucking god sometimes you are captain incabable. Learn how to make a cup of coffee for yourself! And empty your goddamn ashtray once in a while.
Must every couch in my house become a sickbed with your blankets and pillows on them? I have no where to sit.
If you know there is a real risk that you are going to start bleeding every time you use the bathroom, please use the upstairs bathroom so you don't have to ask all of us to go to our rooms so you can hobble through the house back to your room.
You have a cell phone. Please don't have all your friends in CA call our home number (forgetting the three hour time difference) which rings in my bedroom when I'm trying to go to sleep.
We had hardwood floors installed one week before you arrived. Please try not to leave huge gouges all over them with your walker.
I know, I know, this is such petty shit. I feel guilty even putting it down in writing. But I'm at the end of my rope and I certainly can't say this stuff to anyone else. Thanks for indulging me. Anyone know how much would it cost to charter a plane to get my MIL and her boyfriend back to the other side of the country so she can recuperate in privacy and peace?
That isn't shameful at all. I'd feel the same way if I were in your situation--just because she's sick and recuperating and all that doesn't make it any less irritating. Especially since you have to pick up all the slack.
Comment by mightyninjamom on May 16, 2012 at 9:42am Good lord. I can only imagine what this is doing to your blood pressure.
Comment by Mommy Monster on May 16, 2012 at 10:14am Ha. Bitten in the ass by the karma perspective ass-biter once again. 10 minutes after I posted this, Loki called to tell me she's been readmitted to the hospital for another procedure. She'll be there at least 3 days.
So, you might be feeling a little guilty now, but I'm on your side. Annoying people are annoying. They are annoying sick. They are annoying healthy. Being sick rarely makes someone into an absolute sweetheart if they weren't before. Or to give a more polite example, it just doesn't change personalities. My husband broke his foot a year ago. We tried switching household tasks, so that he did more sitting things and I did more of the physical work. It sucked. He didn't magically gain household organizing and planning skills just because his foot was broken.
And MILs...mine was here when I was six weeks post-partum. I wrote a rant and then deleted it, because re-reading it made me feel somewhat ableist. I'm not sure it was. I still don't think that six weeks out I should have been asked to do things for her that she could do for herself. But I was, because that's what she does.
Comment by Joe Mama on May 16, 2012 at 1:29pm Finding a safe place to scream is kind and human. We've got your imaginary back!
Comment by The Oracle on May 16, 2012 at 10:45pm Ugh. Not to nitpick, but that's not your id, it's theirs. It's all thoughtless and self-absorbed. You're trying to be an adult, fulfill responsibilities, and run a household. Boundaries, limits, expectations of manners from grown adults = congratulations! You are a grown-up :)
Comment by kommishoner on May 16, 2012 at 10:50pm Um, what?? You feel guilty for posting this?? Hon, that shit would make me HOMICIDAL. If anyone was at my house for weeks doing that kind of shit, they would not need a procedure, they would need a casket. I MEAN. An ashtray?? Gouges in the floor? People calling in the middle of the night when the caller's recipient has a cell phone? NO. I'm really sorry your MIL's sick, but could they maybe get a hotel nearby? You are supporting them so, so much. I'm sure they don't want to be a burden, so maybe a conversation about how they can help not be burdens would help everyone? Or maybe just one with the boyfriend, since he's more able to take care of himself?
Also, BUN, I feel you. The life duet got a debilitating back injury when I was 4 weeks post-partum, and was still in my last semester of law school. I was pissed for like a year at the stuff I had to do for him (even though I felt bad for him, it was literally the only time in my life I was ready to let other people take care of me for a while).
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