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Ahhhhh, we finally got Jon's brother over to finish doing the remodeling on his room. Yay right? I actually got breakfast for once. Mcdonalds Bacon Egg and Cheese. Still yay? And spent time dozing on our tiny twin bed that was laid in the "living room" floor while Jon played FFXII on the tv we'd hooked up in there for the day.
Still yaying? Well that was nice and quiet for awhile. A little banging but enough to sleep/doze through. So Jon and I decide to go get lunch for his dad and brother. Okay. Cool. Then the room is finished. But it's still empty. We couldn't continue sleeping on the twin bed because it was half a trundle that is going to Jon's nieces. Sooo his dad got us a nice cushy pillowtop full sized bed. Still yay?
Well here's where the day starts turning. Jon's dad and mom start their fussing. Okay. Well they got the mattresses in. Which leaves Jon and his dad to start fussing over what goes where. The house is a mess due to remodeling and me moving over. We have so much furniture and no place to put it. But we got the bed in with "minimum" fussage. But Jon's mom was quietly fussing to me that she didn't want to get this bed but a cheaper one because this one was expensive.
Okay, well, hey I still have a bed to sleep on right?
Right. Well we start moving the mess back in. And we had decided to leave my comp desk in the van where it was, with my bed and futon. All 3 of those in pieces. Well Jon decides that no my comp desk is coming in. And come to find out the screws holding the 2 pieces together (table and side/top shelving) are nowhere to be found. So he and his dad FUSS over what to do to get it back together. And then FUSS over the chair I'm to use.
Well we go on to make the bed and put the computer desk together and then Jon wires all the electronics in the room, he fixes what plugs where and all that nonsense all whilst arguing with his parents. I'm sooo not used to outward arguing and yelling. It's normal for them. But "my family" stays average-sound volume and just amps the sarcasm when they are being bitchy. The level of sarcasm is the level of how unhappy they are.
So things are quickly becoming less yay. And apparently the church at which we were gonna have the wedding ceremony costs 400 dollars to use and it REQUIRES that we have 4 counseling sessions. Um hello, we're already married we just want a fxing CEREMONY and RECEPTION.... but no. 4 coundeling sessions required which neither Jon nor me want to take as we really don't have the time to work in 4 times in 4 weeks with our already slapped together days and nights.
Everything is so cluttered and so chaotic. And we are so broke. So to those planning to come to my ceremony. I just don't think it's gonna happen. At least not for awhile, if ever. Being broke sucks but I guess it's also my fault for not saving enough/being more prepared before moving initially. To think I have to move again and soon. Fuck. Life really sucks sometimes. On top of all this I'm having my period. Sorry for the TMI but really this all sucks.
Still yaying? Well that was nice and quiet for awhile. A little banging but enough to sleep/doze through. So Jon and I decide to go get lunch for his dad and brother. Okay. Cool. Then the room is finished. But it's still empty. We couldn't continue sleeping on the twin bed because it was half a trundle that is going to Jon's nieces. Sooo his dad got us a nice cushy pillowtop full sized bed. Still yay?
Well here's where the day starts turning. Jon's dad and mom start their fussing. Okay. Well they got the mattresses in. Which leaves Jon and his dad to start fussing over what goes where. The house is a mess due to remodeling and me moving over. We have so much furniture and no place to put it. But we got the bed in with "minimum" fussage. But Jon's mom was quietly fussing to me that she didn't want to get this bed but a cheaper one because this one was expensive.
Okay, well, hey I still have a bed to sleep on right?
Right. Well we start moving the mess back in. And we had decided to leave my comp desk in the van where it was, with my bed and futon. All 3 of those in pieces. Well Jon decides that no my comp desk is coming in. And come to find out the screws holding the 2 pieces together (table and side/top shelving) are nowhere to be found. So he and his dad FUSS over what to do to get it back together. And then FUSS over the chair I'm to use.
Well we go on to make the bed and put the computer desk together and then Jon wires all the electronics in the room, he fixes what plugs where and all that nonsense all whilst arguing with his parents. I'm sooo not used to outward arguing and yelling. It's normal for them. But "my family" stays average-sound volume and just amps the sarcasm when they are being bitchy. The level of sarcasm is the level of how unhappy they are.
So things are quickly becoming less yay. And apparently the church at which we were gonna have the wedding ceremony costs 400 dollars to use and it REQUIRES that we have 4 counseling sessions. Um hello, we're already married we just want a fxing CEREMONY and RECEPTION.... but no. 4 coundeling sessions required which neither Jon nor me want to take as we really don't have the time to work in 4 times in 4 weeks with our already slapped together days and nights.
Everything is so cluttered and so chaotic. And we are so broke. So to those planning to come to my ceremony. I just don't think it's gonna happen. At least not for awhile, if ever. Being broke sucks but I guess it's also my fault for not saving enough/being more prepared before moving initially. To think I have to move again and soon. Fuck. Life really sucks sometimes. On top of all this I'm having my period. Sorry for the TMI but really this all sucks.