Half The Way There
I need to vent for a few minutes; get it all out of my system here, rather than get snippy to those around me.
One of the reasons why I don't want children is that I value my time to myself. I don't like having someone else around all. the. time. G's the one exception and even there, I do enjoy the time to myself when he goes on his long business trips.
That said, you can imagine that having his mother here for a three-month visit can be a bit trying for me. She herself is fine. Very sweet, very helpful. It's simply the lack of privacy and having things done differently than I do them and feeling like I have to defend my reasoning a little more often.
It's the little things that get to you, too. Like the kitchen towel with the decoration at the bottom. I always put it back so that the decoration bit is showing. She doesn't. Incredibly OCD/anal of me, but like I said, it's the little things. She also wants to put Lola in the cat harness and take her outside for a walk, but I don't want her to, because I don't want to encourage Lola to go outside. She's curious enough as it is and we have to keep an even closer eye on her than we do Pippo quite often when the door is open. Today I noticed that one of the semi-expensive specialty window cleaning towels I bought a couple of months ago are being used to rest dirty shoes on (or something like that. I have no idea.) The towels were in the cabinet under the sink with the rest of the cleaning supplies. I know there's no reason she should know, since they don't look special, but they are and now I feel like I'm looking insanely fussy about all of these little things. It seems she's also been talking about wanting to buy an electric push mower, as G mentioned to me today. Fine, except for the fact that we have about an acre of land and a push mower is going to be a bitch to use. G used one to do just our front yard in Sloatsburg and he hated every minute of it -- and that was nothing compared to our yard now. So, in other words, buying a push mower would be a waste of money. He's not going to want to mow the yard with it and I can't because of allergies. Not to mention the fact that it's winter now and there's really not that much to mow at this point. Sure, there's the stuff that our yard guy never cut, but it's not worth buying a whole mower for. But once again, I feel like the grinch who has to cut down every idea.
I'd also just like some time alone with G.
*deep breath*
Like I said, little things, but I just had to get it all out of my system so hopefully I don't turn too snippy. I think she leaves sometime in early January, so I'm about halfway through this.
One of the reasons why I don't want children is that I value my time to myself. I don't like having someone else around all. the. time. G's the one exception and even there, I do enjoy the time to myself when he goes on his long business trips.
That said, you can imagine that having his mother here for a three-month visit can be a bit trying for me. She herself is fine. Very sweet, very helpful. It's simply the lack of privacy and having things done differently than I do them and feeling like I have to defend my reasoning a little more often.
It's the little things that get to you, too. Like the kitchen towel with the decoration at the bottom. I always put it back so that the decoration bit is showing. She doesn't. Incredibly OCD/anal of me, but like I said, it's the little things. She also wants to put Lola in the cat harness and take her outside for a walk, but I don't want her to, because I don't want to encourage Lola to go outside. She's curious enough as it is and we have to keep an even closer eye on her than we do Pippo quite often when the door is open. Today I noticed that one of the semi-expensive specialty window cleaning towels I bought a couple of months ago are being used to rest dirty shoes on (or something like that. I have no idea.) The towels were in the cabinet under the sink with the rest of the cleaning supplies. I know there's no reason she should know, since they don't look special, but they are and now I feel like I'm looking insanely fussy about all of these little things. It seems she's also been talking about wanting to buy an electric push mower, as G mentioned to me today. Fine, except for the fact that we have about an acre of land and a push mower is going to be a bitch to use. G used one to do just our front yard in Sloatsburg and he hated every minute of it -- and that was nothing compared to our yard now. So, in other words, buying a push mower would be a waste of money. He's not going to want to mow the yard with it and I can't because of allergies. Not to mention the fact that it's winter now and there's really not that much to mow at this point. Sure, there's the stuff that our yard guy never cut, but it's not worth buying a whole mower for. But once again, I feel like the grinch who has to cut down every idea.
I'd also just like some time alone with G.
*deep breath*
Like I said, little things, but I just had to get it all out of my system so hopefully I don't turn too snippy. I think she leaves sometime in early January, so I'm about halfway through this.