Weekend From Hell
Warning: Long rant under cut.
Okay, that was probably the worst weekend of my life. We finally fully moved into the new place on Saturday and during the weekend I went from wanting to scream to wanting to cry multiple times (and actually doing both at certain points). If you know me you know how weird that is. I'm not usually the type to show my emotions much but recently I think stress has been getting to me. I've been getting angry a lot and I've been snapping a lot more than I usually do at work and at home. Not to mention I almost never cry.
Anyway, I work every other weekend and this past one was my weekend off which meant I was around more to help out. Unfortunately I work overnight twice a week and night shifts three times a week so I need to keep a schedule where I sleep from 6am-1 or 2pm (which has been extremely taxing in itself because I do a different job during my overnight shifts than I do during my night shifts). My family was really supportive before but this past weekend they (particularly my dad) decided that I should sleep normally so I could help out more during the day (because I can't do stuff in the middle of the night because everyone will be sleeping). He apparently doesn't understand that I can't just tell myself to go to bed hours earlier than I normally do not to mention I'd have had to get myself back to my normal schedule once the weekend was over. So I told him it wasn't going to happen and there were many fights.
Okay, so I stayed on my normal sleep schedule which meant everyone went to bed and I stayed up until 6am like I normally do. Usually I would just mess around on the internet. But our internet and cable got turned off when we left the old place and the new service wasn't installed until Monday. Also the video game systems are still packed up. So, basically, I was alone with nothing to do for hours. Each night I did have random chores I could do that wouldn't make too much noise but they would only take me to about midnight, maybe 1am (one of the nights I actually did have more to do because of my sister. I'll explain next paragraph). After that, I would find random things to do (write or play ds games mostly) but it's very hard for me to keep my attention on something for a long period of time so these didn't last long.
Also, my sister (who will probably be reading this so please don't get mad at me for this rant. I really need to get this out) and I had a few fights as well. We're going to be sharing a room which actually doesn't bother me (she thinks we're going to end up killing each other and at this point we might not even get in the room before that happens). Anyway, I couldn't care less what the room looks like. I just want to move into it. But she wanted to paint the room to make it more personal I guess (the walls were white. I was just going to put posters up). I orginally said that I didn't care. She could do whatever she wanted as long as the walls aren't pink. Apparently she took that to heart because the room is still being painted. She had wanted to do one thing but since she hadn't even started that by the time mom and dad finished what they wanted to paint (which they finished before the weekend because our actual move in day was two weekends ago) then she had to pick something simpler which turned out not to be so simple mainly because it was a design that had to be measured and taped out (Which she asked me to measure and tape out and I did because I new she didn't completely understand how it needed to be taped to get what she wanted. I actually think her first idea would have been easier). Why she couldn't just paint the damn walls one color and be done with it is beyond me. It would have been so much easier and we would be moving our stuff in the room by now. Right now I'd just be happy to be able to put our new dresser together so I don't have to keep living out of a suitcase in the living room. The newest estimated move in time I got from her is Friday and I accepted for lack of a choice.
There's a lot more that happened but I'm not going to go into it right now. Most of this I'm really not mad about anymore only because depression about the whole situation is kind of taking over. I feel so stressed and overwelmed right now and I think it's starting to effect my heath as well. I really don't know what to do anymore. I just feel like I need to get back some sort of normal before I completely breakdown and can't pull it together like I've been doing.
Okay, that was probably the worst weekend of my life. We finally fully moved into the new place on Saturday and during the weekend I went from wanting to scream to wanting to cry multiple times (and actually doing both at certain points). If you know me you know how weird that is. I'm not usually the type to show my emotions much but recently I think stress has been getting to me. I've been getting angry a lot and I've been snapping a lot more than I usually do at work and at home. Not to mention I almost never cry.
Anyway, I work every other weekend and this past one was my weekend off which meant I was around more to help out. Unfortunately I work overnight twice a week and night shifts three times a week so I need to keep a schedule where I sleep from 6am-1 or 2pm (which has been extremely taxing in itself because I do a different job during my overnight shifts than I do during my night shifts). My family was really supportive before but this past weekend they (particularly my dad) decided that I should sleep normally so I could help out more during the day (because I can't do stuff in the middle of the night because everyone will be sleeping). He apparently doesn't understand that I can't just tell myself to go to bed hours earlier than I normally do not to mention I'd have had to get myself back to my normal schedule once the weekend was over. So I told him it wasn't going to happen and there were many fights.
Okay, so I stayed on my normal sleep schedule which meant everyone went to bed and I stayed up until 6am like I normally do. Usually I would just mess around on the internet. But our internet and cable got turned off when we left the old place and the new service wasn't installed until Monday. Also the video game systems are still packed up. So, basically, I was alone with nothing to do for hours. Each night I did have random chores I could do that wouldn't make too much noise but they would only take me to about midnight, maybe 1am (one of the nights I actually did have more to do because of my sister. I'll explain next paragraph). After that, I would find random things to do (write or play ds games mostly) but it's very hard for me to keep my attention on something for a long period of time so these didn't last long.
Also, my sister (who will probably be reading this so please don't get mad at me for this rant. I really need to get this out) and I had a few fights as well. We're going to be sharing a room which actually doesn't bother me (she thinks we're going to end up killing each other and at this point we might not even get in the room before that happens). Anyway, I couldn't care less what the room looks like. I just want to move into it. But she wanted to paint the room to make it more personal I guess (the walls were white. I was just going to put posters up). I orginally said that I didn't care. She could do whatever she wanted as long as the walls aren't pink. Apparently she took that to heart because the room is still being painted. She had wanted to do one thing but since she hadn't even started that by the time mom and dad finished what they wanted to paint (which they finished before the weekend because our actual move in day was two weekends ago) then she had to pick something simpler which turned out not to be so simple mainly because it was a design that had to be measured and taped out (Which she asked me to measure and tape out and I did because I new she didn't completely understand how it needed to be taped to get what she wanted. I actually think her first idea would have been easier). Why she couldn't just paint the damn walls one color and be done with it is beyond me. It would have been so much easier and we would be moving our stuff in the room by now. Right now I'd just be happy to be able to put our new dresser together so I don't have to keep living out of a suitcase in the living room. The newest estimated move in time I got from her is Friday and I accepted for lack of a choice.
There's a lot more that happened but I'm not going to go into it right now. Most of this I'm really not mad about anymore only because depression about the whole situation is kind of taking over. I feel so stressed and overwelmed right now and I think it's starting to effect my heath as well. I really don't know what to do anymore. I just feel like I need to get back some sort of normal before I completely breakdown and can't pull it together like I've been doing.