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?