Really frustrated...
Okay, I don't usually post on livejournal, but I really just want to write somewhere that practically no one looks at.
My baby cousin (I mean, newborn baby) is going in for heart surgery today. My aunt, uncle, and their three youngest kids (ages 3,4 and newborn) drove out to Portland Monday and spent all day consulting with doctors yesterday about the surgery. Arthur is Autistic and has a heart valve defect (only one where there should be two), and this is really hard on my family. It's especially difficult because about 15 years ago, my Aunt Kate (not the same aunt) had a baby with a very similar condition. Immediately following heart surgery, Augustine (that's Kate's baby) passed away.
Now my Aunt Claire is in town, and I wasted half of the day yesterday trying to find out what was up, trying to get in touch with her. Around 5pm, my parents finally got in touch with me (mind you, not my Aunt Claire but my parents who live in NC), and they said that Claire was talking about maybe having Daniel and me spend the night at the Ronald McDonald House (where they're staying) so that everyone could sleep in this morning. It sounded like Claire really wanted me to be there last night, and I understand that this is an extremely emotional event for her, so I told my parents I would call her about it and it sounded like a good plan.
Again, I tried calling Claire and again I got her voicemail (which is full). I waited a while, and as I was about to try calling again, I got an incoming call from (you guessed it!) my parents, who had called her immediately following our conversation and she had answered for them and they had started making arrangements for me. Well, you can imagine that this was frustrating for me.
What made it even more frustrating for me is that Daniel was supposed to go to a get-together last night with a bunch of friends from his high school. He was supposed to be there by 5 and it was about 5:30 at this point and I was suddenly telling him I probably needed the car and I could drop him off at his friends' but that was basically as good as it was going to get. I couldn't ignore my Aunt who was dealing with her baby boy getting ready for open heart surgery.
Believe me, I wanted Daniel to be able to go to this party. I tried like a crazy lady to get in touch with my aunt and figure out what the heck was going on. Problem is, she was on the phone with my parents pretty much the whole time that I was trying to call. Well, she was or I was. It went back and forth because my nosy nosy parents couldn't leave well enough alone.
I understand, I do, that they wanted to help. I get that they were worried. I get that they were trying to help out. BUT I HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN DAMN PLANS, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
The whole time that this is going on, Daniel and I keep getting calls and text messages from his friend, DanO, who was throwing the party. Finally, I got a text saying something like, u guys r slow, the party started an hour and a half ago.
At this point, I was ready to cry. I couldn't get anyone to treat me like a competent adult, and I was about to say I couldn't help watch the girls. So receiving this text message when I had been trying SO HARD to get Daniel to his friend's house really sent me over the top. Carefully, I worded my text message, knowing I needed to keep the bitchy to myself. "Dano, my baby cousin is going in for serious heart surgery tomorrow. That's my main priority." Now, I know that it was a little bitchy, but I was trying to be as clear as possible with him about where my head was without calling him and flipping on him.
Here's the message I got back, word for word, "Well Im sorry but i didnt know that but you dont have to get all pissy at me. Are woev [I'm assuming you] guys still planning on coming or should just not plan for you guys?"
And at this point, I broke. Unusually for me, though, instead of crying, I started a crazy stream of obscenities. I was MAD. Mad at my parents, mad at my aunt, mad at the whole situation, mad at DanO, mad at Daniel for not being pissed as hell at DanO (he was, I guess, but he was trying to calm me down). I was really really worked up.
I called my parents after calming down and expressed to them that because they kept calling Claire, I was unable t get in touch with her. They suggested calling my Uncle Leo because apparently they had been up at his house and no one had thought to tell me. After calling Leo, I was able to speak with Claire, and suggested that the girls stay with Daniel and me at the townhouse last night. She agreed, but after getting off the phone, I guess my uncle convinced her it would be truly tragic if the girls didn't have fresh clothes for today, and their clothes were at the Ronald McDonald house. So I got another phone call cancelling (it's about 9:00 at this point), and now the plan is that Daniel and I leave at 4:30 am from our home and drive to the Ronald McDonald house to watch the girls there for today.
Can you see why I'm feeling emotional? And now I don't know what to do about this rift between DanO and myself, and feeling as emotional as I am, I'm loathe to apologize when I don't feel as though I conducted myself poorly (although I do understand that I was a bit bitchier than necessary).
Oh, I did get some good news last night. I got one of the jobs I interviewed for, and it was the one I wanted the most, so I'm really excited about that. I start on Thursday at noon, and it's bartender training, so that's really exciting.
My baby cousin (I mean, newborn baby) is going in for heart surgery today. My aunt, uncle, and their three youngest kids (ages 3,4 and newborn) drove out to Portland Monday and spent all day consulting with doctors yesterday about the surgery. Arthur is Autistic and has a heart valve defect (only one where there should be two), and this is really hard on my family. It's especially difficult because about 15 years ago, my Aunt Kate (not the same aunt) had a baby with a very similar condition. Immediately following heart surgery, Augustine (that's Kate's baby) passed away.
Now my Aunt Claire is in town, and I wasted half of the day yesterday trying to find out what was up, trying to get in touch with her. Around 5pm, my parents finally got in touch with me (mind you, not my Aunt Claire but my parents who live in NC), and they said that Claire was talking about maybe having Daniel and me spend the night at the Ronald McDonald House (where they're staying) so that everyone could sleep in this morning. It sounded like Claire really wanted me to be there last night, and I understand that this is an extremely emotional event for her, so I told my parents I would call her about it and it sounded like a good plan.
Again, I tried calling Claire and again I got her voicemail (which is full). I waited a while, and as I was about to try calling again, I got an incoming call from (you guessed it!) my parents, who had called her immediately following our conversation and she had answered for them and they had started making arrangements for me. Well, you can imagine that this was frustrating for me.
What made it even more frustrating for me is that Daniel was supposed to go to a get-together last night with a bunch of friends from his high school. He was supposed to be there by 5 and it was about 5:30 at this point and I was suddenly telling him I probably needed the car and I could drop him off at his friends' but that was basically as good as it was going to get. I couldn't ignore my Aunt who was dealing with her baby boy getting ready for open heart surgery.
Believe me, I wanted Daniel to be able to go to this party. I tried like a crazy lady to get in touch with my aunt and figure out what the heck was going on. Problem is, she was on the phone with my parents pretty much the whole time that I was trying to call. Well, she was or I was. It went back and forth because my nosy nosy parents couldn't leave well enough alone.
I understand, I do, that they wanted to help. I get that they were worried. I get that they were trying to help out. BUT I HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN DAMN PLANS, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
The whole time that this is going on, Daniel and I keep getting calls and text messages from his friend, DanO, who was throwing the party. Finally, I got a text saying something like, u guys r slow, the party started an hour and a half ago.
At this point, I was ready to cry. I couldn't get anyone to treat me like a competent adult, and I was about to say I couldn't help watch the girls. So receiving this text message when I had been trying SO HARD to get Daniel to his friend's house really sent me over the top. Carefully, I worded my text message, knowing I needed to keep the bitchy to myself. "Dano, my baby cousin is going in for serious heart surgery tomorrow. That's my main priority." Now, I know that it was a little bitchy, but I was trying to be as clear as possible with him about where my head was without calling him and flipping on him.
Here's the message I got back, word for word, "Well Im sorry but i didnt know that but you dont have to get all pissy at me. Are woev [I'm assuming you] guys still planning on coming or should just not plan for you guys?"
And at this point, I broke. Unusually for me, though, instead of crying, I started a crazy stream of obscenities. I was MAD. Mad at my parents, mad at my aunt, mad at the whole situation, mad at DanO, mad at Daniel for not being pissed as hell at DanO (he was, I guess, but he was trying to calm me down). I was really really worked up.
I called my parents after calming down and expressed to them that because they kept calling Claire, I was unable t get in touch with her. They suggested calling my Uncle Leo because apparently they had been up at his house and no one had thought to tell me. After calling Leo, I was able to speak with Claire, and suggested that the girls stay with Daniel and me at the townhouse last night. She agreed, but after getting off the phone, I guess my uncle convinced her it would be truly tragic if the girls didn't have fresh clothes for today, and their clothes were at the Ronald McDonald house. So I got another phone call cancelling (it's about 9:00 at this point), and now the plan is that Daniel and I leave at 4:30 am from our home and drive to the Ronald McDonald house to watch the girls there for today.
Can you see why I'm feeling emotional? And now I don't know what to do about this rift between DanO and myself, and feeling as emotional as I am, I'm loathe to apologize when I don't feel as though I conducted myself poorly (although I do understand that I was a bit bitchier than necessary).
Oh, I did get some good news last night. I got one of the jobs I interviewed for, and it was the one I wanted the most, so I'm really excited about that. I start on Thursday at noon, and it's bartender training, so that's really exciting.