Horrible MIL stories, name calling, jokes, just something! I'm stuck in 8 hours of sessions for the Dept. of Ed and Financial Aid regulations for the next five days. Soooo not exciting.
Will you accept a confession? . I've been on J's ass to get his transcripts ordered and essays done for his application, thinking the deadline was Dec. 1. (Admittedly, it's hard to sit down and do anything when you're home with the girls, but he always gets down to the 11th hour, you know?) I found out this weekend the deadline is really March 1. ...but I'm not telling him. I want it done, so we can plan, dammit!
In crazy family news, my psycho parent has now contacted a fellow bumpie about me/us. If you want that brand of drama, I can fill pages. :-p
Here's some fodder for you (I tried to post this on the crazy family stories thread the other day but I was on my phone and for some reason it didn't post).
Warning: this will likely be LOOONG!
So we spent the Thanksgiving weekend in the IL's small, old, drafty, dusty, borderline-hoarders crammed house. Nine of us, including DS. No privacy, no quiet, DS couldn't sleep well because there was too much noise and commotion going on in the house. Each night he woke up 3+ times, scared to death because he is not used to the house and all the crap in it.
... Arguing, nagging, talking over each other. MIL remarking no less than 4 times during Thanksgiving dinner how "y'all brought too much food" (y'all being us and BIL/SIL), and me, having had quite enough, putting her in her place by saying no we didn't, it's tgiving, we are thankful to be able to have this food, we have 2 more days to eat on it and after that we will divvy it up and take it home. It will not go to waste. Yeah. By the time we left on Saturday, there were no leftovers except a huge vat of green bean casserole, which I convinced her to freeze and bring to my house for Christmas (MIL is all about freezing and re-using leftovers!)
MIL, no less than 3 times, remarking that DS should be wearing a coat outside. Never mind that he was wearing a long sleeved tshirt and a fleece sweatshirt over it. And he was running around and it was like 72 degrees. I finally, after telling her about the ls shirt and sweatshirt and her still commenting about him needing a jacket, made him stop playing and go in and SHOW her the sweatshirt he was wearing and how warm it was. Then she shut up about it.
But that night he woke up 3 times between 1130 and 2am, his nose was stuffy and he was sneezing and coughing. I know it's because of all the f-ing dust in the house. Once she heard him sniffling and sneezing she started in with the comments about its because he wasn't wearing a jacket today. Grrrr. And I bit my tongue to keep from saying something along the lines of what my BFF says: cold doesn't make you sick; germs make you sick. And I REALLY wanted throw in something snarky like "and dust makes you sneeze and sniffle." But I didn't.
And she remarked, more times than I could count, how cold it was and how we would need more blankets on our bed, and "oh NOO - it will be too cold in there with the ceiling fan on!", and how I would need the space heater on in the bathroom when I take my shower and how I couldn't possibly go outside (where I went to cool off after my shower!) with my hair wet...! I told her 3 in just one day: "I'm 9 months pregnant, I'm always hot" (and mentally added "so back the F off!!).
And THEN. On Friday. My bat-sh!t crazy SIL got a bee in her bonnet about something that BIL did. (quick backstory: They have been having marital problems for going on 5-6 years now, starting from back then when she had an affair with one of his best friends. Worked thru it, back and forth with her hating BIL and coming thisclose to divorcing him, only to have a change of heart, then make him buy her a ginormous McMansion which they can NOT afford, and now blames him as the one who wanted the house so bad and is the reason they are flat broke and can't pay their bills, blah blah blah. When in reality she can't stop spending money they don't have, and he would have been perfectly fine in their lovely smaller home. She is, literally, insane. Cray-cray. Like, it is IMPOSSIBLE to figure out her mindset because she seriously twists everything around in her brain to make everything out to be everyone else's fault and she is not to blame for anything.)
Anyway. She got pissed at BIL for something - I don't even know what - and went completely insane ballistic. Ended up packing up herself and her 2 kids, and leaving, a day early. They live up by Dallas. We were at the farm, down by Houston. So she leaves, drives the 5 hours home, leaving BIL completely stranded. No car. No way to get home. All she took with her was her and the kids' overnight bags - left him with all the bedding, all the food/cooler they had brought, everything. For him to lug 5hours home with no car.
Not to mention, that she drug her kids (age 11 and 14) into her crazy. Those kids only get to see their grandparents MAYBE 4 times a year because she's crazy and never wants to visit BIL's family - it's too much of an inconvenience for her. WE only get to see them slightly more often than that. She says "That's not my problem" and that BIL's family is always more than welcome to come visit them at their house but we never do, so it's our fault. Only, we're not more than welcome because she proclaims constantly that she hates having houseguests because it means she has to clean her ginormous mcMansion, plus she can't stand to be around MIL too long (see above!). My in-laws were heartbroken that this happened, obviously that she was being so sh!tty to their son, but also that she took the kids away. I felt awful for them.
And my DS is soooo in love with his cousins and was having the VERY BEST time playing with both of them and running all over the farm. She up and left with them while DS was napping, and he was SO freaking sad when he woke up and found them gone. I couldn't console him. I want to punch her in her stupid face for being such a biotch.
And the thing that gets me the most, is maybe if BIL was an asshat, I could empathize with her a little bit. But he's not! He's gorgeous, sweet, caring, loving, forgiving (obviously!) and wants nothing but to take care of her and the kids and make them happy, but she makes that impossible. She will never ever be happy, and she's manipulated her kids to be exactly the same way she is. I hate saying this because I never wish divorce on anyone, especially with teenaged kids (I was 17 when my parents divorced and it was the worst thing ever). But damn. I wish for his sake he could just get out of that situation because he really, really deserves so much better.
And, I'm prolly gonna delete this later, just because. But there ya go!
Our heater is out again. We had planned on replacing the whole system in the spring, but uh ... looks like we won't make it. And right after you order a whole new kitchen is JUST when you want to replace your AC/Heater.
I lost my sunglasses this weekend.
My car battery was dead this morning. This is totally my fault, I knew it was old, and I knew it was going. But just my luck that it would be totally dead on the coldest morning, like, ever.
Then, once I get my car jumped, I get in and start to drive to work and my TPMS starts screaming at me. I've got a nail in a tire. So I stopped and aired up my tire, and it was low again by the time I got to work.
My SIL and sister got into a fight about what my sister feeds her kids. Her kids eat garbage. She makes them sandwiches on white bread. She gives them as much candy and sugar as they want -- sometimes even saying they "didn't eat lunch so they're hungry". My 4-year-old nephew came up to me and asked me for a soda in which I said "No, you can have milk or water." He went to ask SIL for a soda and she said the same thing. He went to his mom (my sister) and she took him in and got him a soda & then went on to say she bought the sodas for her kids in case they were thirsty. Unbelievable! So my SIL and my sister got into it about what she feeds her children.
Because we skipped the in-laws "family" Thanksgiving. BIL 1 always wants to host at his house. His house is a double wide that's literally falling apart, in the middle of no-where, and filled with illigal drugs. So DH and DD and I went to BIL 2's house (who also didnt' want to take their daughter to that drug ridden house). Except, DH and his brother decided to keep it a secret. So no matter what, BIL 1 is going to get all mad at everyone, because he WILL find out. BIL 2 has big mouth (like how he told us on Thursday that he just had to bail BIL 1 and his wife out of jail a few weeks ago). And to add to that, my MIL ended up staying home alone on Thanksgiving because she didn't have a ride. Apparently, she was counting on us driving her since she'd "too old" to drive that far. Um yah, she's in her 50s (younger than both my parents who drive all over the country). She's not too old to drive by any stretch of the imagination, she just has to make it seem like she needs her sons because otherwise they'd never see her.
Re: This board needs to be hoppin this week.
In crazy family news, my psycho parent has now contacted a fellow bumpie about me/us. If you want that brand of drama, I can fill pages. :-p
Here's some fodder for you (I tried to post this on the crazy family stories thread the other day but I was on my phone and for some reason it didn't post).
Warning: this will likely be LOOONG!
So we spent the Thanksgiving weekend in the IL's small, old, drafty, dusty, borderline-hoarders crammed house. Nine of us, including DS. No privacy, no quiet, DS couldn't sleep well because there was too much noise and commotion going on in the house. Each night he woke up 3+ times, scared to death because he is not used to the house and all the crap in it.
... Arguing, nagging, talking over each other. MIL remarking no less than 4 times during Thanksgiving dinner how "y'all brought too much food" (y'all being us and BIL/SIL), and me, having had quite enough, putting her in her place by saying no we didn't, it's tgiving, we are thankful to be able to have this food, we have 2 more days to eat on it and after that we will divvy it up and take it home. It will not go to waste. Yeah. By the time we left on Saturday, there were no leftovers except a huge vat of green bean casserole, which I convinced her to freeze and bring to my house for Christmas (MIL is all about freezing and re-using leftovers!)
MIL, no less than 3 times, remarking that DS should be wearing a coat outside. Never mind that he was wearing a long sleeved tshirt and a fleece sweatshirt over it. And he was running around and it was like 72 degrees. I finally, after telling her about the ls shirt and sweatshirt and her still commenting about him needing a jacket, made him stop playing and go in and SHOW her the sweatshirt he was wearing and how warm it was. Then she shut up about it.
But that night he woke up 3 times between 1130 and 2am, his nose was stuffy and he was sneezing and coughing. I know it's because of all the f-ing dust in the house. Once she heard him sniffling and sneezing she started in with the comments about its because he wasn't wearing a jacket today. Grrrr. And I bit my tongue to keep from saying something along the lines of what my BFF says: cold doesn't make you sick; germs make you sick. And I REALLY wanted throw in something snarky like "and dust makes you sneeze and sniffle." But I didn't.
And she remarked, more times than I could count, how cold it was and how we would need more blankets on our bed, and "oh NOO - it will be too cold in there with the ceiling fan on!", and how I would need the space heater on in the bathroom when I take my shower and how I couldn't possibly go outside (where I went to cool off after my shower!) with my hair wet...! I told her 3 in just one day: "I'm 9 months pregnant, I'm always hot" (and mentally added "so back the F off!!).
And THEN. On Friday. My bat-sh!t crazy SIL got a bee in her bonnet about something that BIL did. (quick backstory: They have been having marital problems for going on 5-6 years now, starting from back then when she had an affair with one of his best friends. Worked thru it, back and forth with her hating BIL and coming thisclose to divorcing him, only to have a change of heart, then make him buy her a ginormous McMansion which they can NOT afford, and now blames him as the one who wanted the house so bad and is the reason they are flat broke and can't pay their bills, blah blah blah. When in reality she can't stop spending money they don't have, and he would have been perfectly fine in their lovely smaller home. She is, literally, insane. Cray-cray. Like, it is IMPOSSIBLE to figure out her mindset because she seriously twists everything around in her brain to make everything out to be everyone else's fault and she is not to blame for anything.)
Anyway. She got pissed at BIL for something - I don't even know what - and went completely insane ballistic. Ended up packing up herself and her 2 kids, and leaving, a day early. They live up by Dallas. We were at the farm, down by Houston. So she leaves, drives the 5 hours home, leaving BIL completely stranded. No car. No way to get home. All she took with her was her and the kids' overnight bags - left him with all the bedding, all the food/cooler they had brought, everything. For him to lug 5hours home with no car.
Not to mention, that she drug her kids (age 11 and 14) into her crazy. Those kids only get to see their grandparents MAYBE 4 times a year because she's crazy and never wants to visit BIL's family - it's too much of an inconvenience for her. WE only get to see them slightly more often than that. She says "That's not my problem" and that BIL's family is always more than welcome to come visit them at their house but we never do, so it's our fault. Only, we're not more than welcome because she proclaims constantly that she hates having houseguests because it means she has to clean her ginormous mcMansion, plus she can't stand to be around MIL too long (see above!). My in-laws were heartbroken that this happened, obviously that she was being so sh!tty to their son, but also that she took the kids away. I felt awful for them.
And my DS is soooo in love with his cousins and was having the VERY BEST time playing with both of them and running all over the farm. She up and left with them while DS was napping, and he was SO freaking sad when he woke up and found them gone. I couldn't console him. I want to punch her in her stupid face for being such a biotch.
And the thing that gets me the most, is maybe if BIL was an asshat, I could empathize with her a little bit. But he's not! He's gorgeous, sweet, caring, loving, forgiving (obviously!) and wants nothing but to take care of her and the kids and make them happy, but she makes that impossible. She will never ever be happy, and she's manipulated her kids to be exactly the same way she is. I hate saying this because I never wish divorce on anyone, especially with teenaged kids (I was 17 when my parents divorced and it was the worst thing ever). But damn. I wish for his sake he could just get out of that situation because he really, really deserves so much better.
And, I'm prolly gonna delete this later, just because. But there ya go!
When 3 Became 4
Our heater is out again. We had planned on replacing the whole system in the spring, but uh ... looks like we won't make it. And right after you order a whole new kitchen is JUST when you want to replace your AC/Heater.
I lost my sunglasses this weekend.
My car battery was dead this morning. This is totally my fault, I knew it was old, and I knew it was going. But just my luck that it would be totally dead on the coldest morning, like, ever.
Then, once I get my car jumped, I get in and start to drive to work and my TPMS starts screaming at me. I've got a nail in a tire. So I stopped and aired up my tire, and it was low again by the time I got to work.
Our crazy hasn't hit yet ...
Because we skipped the in-laws "family" Thanksgiving. BIL 1 always wants to host at his house. His house is a double wide that's literally falling apart, in the middle of no-where, and filled with illigal drugs. So DH and DD and I went to BIL 2's house (who also didnt' want to take their daughter to that drug ridden house). Except, DH and his brother decided to keep it a secret. So no matter what, BIL 1 is going to get all mad at everyone, because he WILL find out. BIL 2 has big mouth (like how he told us on Thursday that he just had to bail BIL 1 and his wife out of jail a few weeks ago). And to add to that, my MIL ended up staying home alone on Thanksgiving because she didn't have a ride. Apparently, she was counting on us driving her since she'd "too old" to drive that far. Um yah, she's in her 50s (younger than both my parents who drive all over the country). She's not too old to drive by any stretch of the imagination, she just has to make it seem like she needs her sons because otherwise they'd never see her.