I just REALLY need to rant
Okay, I'm 34 weeks along, and physically falling apart, but that's not the point of the rant. Just so you understand, I'm working a temp job, week four when it was supposed to have been two weeks. (No permanent job has been willing to hire me for SOME reason.) My wrist is cramped up REALLY bad because it's data entry, and my feet are so swollen by the time I get home that I cannot move my toes AT ALL. (No, there's no physically possible way to put my feet up while at work and actually, you know, work.) So, I'm wearing a wrist brace, and every day I come home and lay on the couch for a couple of hours in front of the TV with my feet propped up. And I let my husband make us dinner. It helps. Usually after an hour of this I can bend my toes, although my feet are still hideously swollen.
Yikes. I better cut for tl;dr-ness!
Okay. So, my shower is saturday. Yay. My mother in law is coming to clean (it's gonna be here, which will be helpful in not having to haul all the gifts anywhere after), which I hate, but my husband has said he can't do it all on his own, and I'm kinda laid up until I'm done with this never-ending temp job. I reluctantly agreed, but I HATE having other people clean my house and see my mess. And I'll feel really awkward laying about with my feet propped up while people are working. I feel like I should be helping, you know?
My grandmother is in town from out of state. Pretty much here to see me, and really excited. She knows I'm working and am having issues with swelling and whatnot, but if I can come to dinner some night, that'd be nice, no pressure, though. I've known for a month she'd be coming and have tried to keep my plans open. So on monday, my husband tells me that some relative of his is in town and we've been asked to go to dinner tonight (wednesday). I kinda threw a fit. He very rationally told me that if we can't go, then we can't go. Sure. Except for one thing: The last time we didn't go to an event his family invited us to, we got this really long guilt trip by phone and were told we never make any effort to do anything with them! So I feel like we're VERY obligated to do whatever they want from us, because if we don't we obviously don't give a crap about them.
In theory, tonight I'm free, because my grandmother is shopping with my mom tonight for presents for me. But the dinner was scheduled at 6:30. I get home from work at 6, and the place? Forty-five minutes away. So if I have NO time to put my feet up and try to bring the swelling down, we could at least arrive late. And the state I'm usually in when I get home... I don't think I can do it. And my in-laws are going to be offended.
Okay, that's it. I just feel so stuck, like I have to be willing to be miserable and sacrifice my well-being to keep from upsetting people.
The last few times I've posted here, I've diligently put in all the tags I could think of applying, and then they magically disappear after the post goes up! Give me ten minutes or so from the time-stamp of this post, and then I swear I'll have some tags on it. :)
Yikes. I better cut for tl;dr-ness!
Okay. So, my shower is saturday. Yay. My mother in law is coming to clean (it's gonna be here, which will be helpful in not having to haul all the gifts anywhere after), which I hate, but my husband has said he can't do it all on his own, and I'm kinda laid up until I'm done with this never-ending temp job. I reluctantly agreed, but I HATE having other people clean my house and see my mess. And I'll feel really awkward laying about with my feet propped up while people are working. I feel like I should be helping, you know?
My grandmother is in town from out of state. Pretty much here to see me, and really excited. She knows I'm working and am having issues with swelling and whatnot, but if I can come to dinner some night, that'd be nice, no pressure, though. I've known for a month she'd be coming and have tried to keep my plans open. So on monday, my husband tells me that some relative of his is in town and we've been asked to go to dinner tonight (wednesday). I kinda threw a fit. He very rationally told me that if we can't go, then we can't go. Sure. Except for one thing: The last time we didn't go to an event his family invited us to, we got this really long guilt trip by phone and were told we never make any effort to do anything with them! So I feel like we're VERY obligated to do whatever they want from us, because if we don't we obviously don't give a crap about them.
In theory, tonight I'm free, because my grandmother is shopping with my mom tonight for presents for me. But the dinner was scheduled at 6:30. I get home from work at 6, and the place? Forty-five minutes away. So if I have NO time to put my feet up and try to bring the swelling down, we could at least arrive late. And the state I'm usually in when I get home... I don't think I can do it. And my in-laws are going to be offended.
Okay, that's it. I just feel so stuck, like I have to be willing to be miserable and sacrifice my well-being to keep from upsetting people.
The last few times I've posted here, I've diligently put in all the tags I could think of applying, and then they magically disappear after the post goes up! Give me ten minutes or so from the time-stamp of this post, and then I swear I'll have some tags on it. :)