Coat Hangers & Turkey Basters Filled with Arsenic
Grandpa is out of the hospital. Apparently, now that I can no longer see him because he's at home and his visits are being regulated by my aunt and uncle, he is "weak, but okay." Then I overheard them saying he'd already fainted at least once since he's been home. BUT, I'm not allowed to see him because that would be too much stress.
I went to my cousin's baby shower on Sunday, hoping my grandparents would be there. No go. Instead, my aunt was all uppity because I brought strawberries and, for some reason, she assumed I hadn't washed them or anything. Well, YOUR kids might be total fucking idiots, but I'm not.
How do you not notice that? I mean, you've known me for 28 years. When your sons were getting in trouble with the law and knocking up girls (not unlike my own brothers), I was going to university, working 2-3 jobs and living on my own. Oh, and still managing to bring a card/gift/appetizer to every family event.
My cousin Caitlin is still not talking to me because I razzed her on Facebook about not knowing how to spell my name, and my other cousin (who just had the baby) won't stop asking me when I'm getting pregnant. I suppose it's fairly forward-thinking of her not to assume that the wedding would predate the baby-having, but it's still fairly unlikely that I will be able to have kids.
However, if I'm being completely, brutally honest, I am disturbingly amused by being able to make people uncomfortable with discussions of my barren-ness.
I know I'm in a bad mood, but I can't help it. Things are weighing on me. I feel like I can't move forward on my wedding because that assumes that either Grandpa isn't going to be there because he'll be dead, or because he IS going to be there and he's fine. Neither of those positions feels right.
Also, I got an estimate on re-finishing my great, great-grandmother's jewelry for the wedding. $450, with appraisals on the pearls and the onyx pieces. It's way more reasonable than I had thought and at first I was elated. Then I told Calvin, and he was upset about the cost, so now the all the joy has been sucked out of it.
With all of this going on inside my head, I find I am just plain fail at French these last few days, and the kids are correcting me like crazy and being completely disrespectful, and I just feel too tired to fight them on it.
Balls.
I went to my cousin's baby shower on Sunday, hoping my grandparents would be there. No go. Instead, my aunt was all uppity because I brought strawberries and, for some reason, she assumed I hadn't washed them or anything. Well, YOUR kids might be total fucking idiots, but I'm not.
How do you not notice that? I mean, you've known me for 28 years. When your sons were getting in trouble with the law and knocking up girls (not unlike my own brothers), I was going to university, working 2-3 jobs and living on my own. Oh, and still managing to bring a card/gift/appetizer to every family event.
My cousin Caitlin is still not talking to me because I razzed her on Facebook about not knowing how to spell my name, and my other cousin (who just had the baby) won't stop asking me when I'm getting pregnant. I suppose it's fairly forward-thinking of her not to assume that the wedding would predate the baby-having, but it's still fairly unlikely that I will be able to have kids.
However, if I'm being completely, brutally honest, I am disturbingly amused by being able to make people uncomfortable with discussions of my barren-ness.
I know I'm in a bad mood, but I can't help it. Things are weighing on me. I feel like I can't move forward on my wedding because that assumes that either Grandpa isn't going to be there because he'll be dead, or because he IS going to be there and he's fine. Neither of those positions feels right.
Also, I got an estimate on re-finishing my great, great-grandmother's jewelry for the wedding. $450, with appraisals on the pearls and the onyx pieces. It's way more reasonable than I had thought and at first I was elated. Then I told Calvin, and he was upset about the cost, so now the all the joy has been sucked out of it.
With all of this going on inside my head, I find I am just plain fail at French these last few days, and the kids are correcting me like crazy and being completely disrespectful, and I just feel too tired to fight them on it.
Balls.