I threw an awesome birthday party for the kids this weekend, although, unfortunately, it ended up being full of drama. We rented out a pizza restaurant for 2 hours and hired Matty Roxx, an amazing children's entertainer in our area.
Princess wore a brand new poufy pink tutu and new silver shoes, along with a pink furry stole. She looked precious. We got the boys, (T and Goober, as well as my nephew) matching outfits. They all wore black superhero T-shirts and acid washed black jeans.
While I was going nuts baking the night before at my mom's house (2 types of cake pops and a banana cake), she mentioned that my MIL told her that Rick, the kids' grandpa, was coming. I was annoyed. First of all, he hasn't seen the kids since Christmas 2010, when he promised them all presents and never followed through. I don't care that he didn't buy them stuff, but it made me so mad to see my kids disappointed by him. I was also very irritated that my MIL invited him and didn't tell me. I have a right to know who will be at my kids' party.
The kids had a ton of fun and Matty put on a great show. It was nice to be in a place where 12 kids could run wild.
I've written before about how my SIL and I do not get along, at all. And a lot of the time, I am not the most mature person about it (like Christmas Eve, when I totally ignored her and pretended she wasn't in the room-it was the better option than ruining the holiday)
Well, my MIL took it upon herself to invite my SIL and not tell anyone-not me, not my parents, not my boyfriend. I was near the door, waiting for my best friend from college to arrive, and instead, my SIL walks in. I was shocked, and so angry I was shaking. The first thing out of my mouth was "You weren't invited, so feel free to leave." I really didn't mean to be mean. I just got taken off guard and was furious with my MIL.
They both left, and apparently, she told my boyfriend she was going to kick me out of the house-except I'm on the lease and I pay rent. She can't do that just because she's mad at me. I'm back home now, and we're avoiding each other like the plague. I want to be able to explain to her why I said what I did to her daughter, but I don't think I can without blaming her for overstepping her bounds and inviting her without telling everyone. It wasn't her party, or her place, to do so. I hate being the last person to things, and it seems like she always does this. I thought she learned after the last time, when she invited her daughter and her dogs to stay for a few days at our house and I found out on Facebook.
At least the party was good. And, I found out my college friend is pregnant, and due 2 months before her wedding. I am so excited for her! Now I have baby fever, and I want another one, even though that's crazy and I can't afford it at the moment.
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, November 13, 2011
More Sick Kids and Skyrim
Sorry I've been absent most of this week. There are a few things that have been going on. Now T, my oldest, is sick. He's had a cough for a while, but it's gotten way worse since Wednesday. I sent him to school anyway on Thursday, and he was so much worse for the wear when I picked him up.
And another kid in his class was sick all week. He had a cough and stuffy nose to the point where he was drooling all over himself. The teacher was talking to the nanny about it as the poor kid stood there, looking like a Neopolitan Mastiff (aka Hagrid's dog in Harry Potter and my dream dog). Seriously, though, that kid was too sick to be in school. What the hell were his nanny and mother thinking?
T ended up with a high fever on Thursday evening, and he's been miserable ever since. He's been hacking nonstop (to the point where his Grandmother couldn't sleep and had to miss working at the market on Friday). He keeps getting a nosebleed because his coughing is so bad, and it is freaking him out (I would freak out too if I woke up covered in blood).
And his doctor is on vacation, so I've been trying to treat it at home, hoping it is viral and will get better. Children's ibuprofen, Robitussin, and a humidifier have become his friends (although I wanted to kill my MIL for putting Vick's Vapor Rub in the humidifier-that stuff is just awful and stunk up the entire house).
And if you're a gaming freak like me, you probably know that Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim came out the other day. I have been waiting for this for what seems like forever (or maybe since I finished Oblivion). Needless to say, I am super excited to play this game. If things went my way, I would have played it for the last 48 hours. In reality, I've only played it for 2 or 3, and those hours were interrupted by my kids.
The boyfriend has been playing it since it came out. And it looks beyond awesome. But I know if I ask him to watch the kids while I play, it won't happen. They will run wild while he doesn't pay attention because he is playing the game with his headphones on, dead to the world.
So here's to hoping my kids feel better and sleep a lot. Because I think I really deserve some uninterrupted gaming time.
And another kid in his class was sick all week. He had a cough and stuffy nose to the point where he was drooling all over himself. The teacher was talking to the nanny about it as the poor kid stood there, looking like a Neopolitan Mastiff (aka Hagrid's dog in Harry Potter and my dream dog). Seriously, though, that kid was too sick to be in school. What the hell were his nanny and mother thinking?
T ended up with a high fever on Thursday evening, and he's been miserable ever since. He's been hacking nonstop (to the point where his Grandmother couldn't sleep and had to miss working at the market on Friday). He keeps getting a nosebleed because his coughing is so bad, and it is freaking him out (I would freak out too if I woke up covered in blood).
And his doctor is on vacation, so I've been trying to treat it at home, hoping it is viral and will get better. Children's ibuprofen, Robitussin, and a humidifier have become his friends (although I wanted to kill my MIL for putting Vick's Vapor Rub in the humidifier-that stuff is just awful and stunk up the entire house).
And if you're a gaming freak like me, you probably know that Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim came out the other day. I have been waiting for this for what seems like forever (or maybe since I finished Oblivion). Needless to say, I am super excited to play this game. If things went my way, I would have played it for the last 48 hours. In reality, I've only played it for 2 or 3, and those hours were interrupted by my kids.
The boyfriend has been playing it since it came out. And it looks beyond awesome. But I know if I ask him to watch the kids while I play, it won't happen. They will run wild while he doesn't pay attention because he is playing the game with his headphones on, dead to the world.
So here's to hoping my kids feel better and sleep a lot. Because I think I really deserve some uninterrupted gaming time.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
How the Hurricane Ruined my Day
Here on the east coast, we are preparing for Hurricane Irene. She is supposed to cause lots of flooding and maybe a loss of power where I live. This hurricane ruined my day, and quite possibly, my relationship.
Quite frankly, today really sucked. I found out on Facebook that the boyfriend's sister was staying out the hurricane at our house. With her 2 little, yappy, disgusting, fleabag dogs. I can't stand small dogs. I have never had a good experience with them. I am a cat person, and I tolerate large dogs-the bigger, the better. Princess is also terrified of dogs, which I found out when I brought her to my therapist's house last week. She screamed the whole session.
I also can't stand my future sister-in-law. She is fake, a drunk, and everything she says has a nasty undertone to it. Whenever she is in my house, I stay in my room. I keep the kids shut in my room with me. This is so I can avoid drama. I do not want to snap on people in front of my kids.
I told the boyfriend to tell his mom she and her dogs could not stay at our house. She has other friends, or she could have stayed in a hotel or hurricane shelter if she was worried her place would flood. He refused to talk to his mom, so I confronted her. I pay rent, and I should have at least been consulted.
I got my period last night, 8 days early. I am moody, bitchy, and probably could have been nicer, but I wasn't. I went off on her. She told me her daughter is her blood, which apparently makes her more important than me. I threatened to leave with the kids for good.
She countered by telling me that come Sept. 1, our lease is not being renewed. We will have a month-to-month lease so the landlord's son can move in. I think I should have been informed about this as soon as she found out. I am on the lease, and I pay rent. It was disrespectful of her not to tell me something this important.
At this point, I was so furious, I couldn't breathe. I screamed at her to F-off, went upstairs, and got sick. Then I started packing enough clothes for me and the kids for a few days. I can't even remember the last time I was this angry.
The boyfriend took his mom's side and accused me of attacking her. Last time I checked, you can't attack someone just by yelling at them. I don't like being treated like a 10 year-old and kept in the dark about things that affect me and my kids.
I brought some bags downstairs. The dogs had been dropped off while I was packing. T was playing with them. The boyfriend's mom was trying to get Princess to pet them; she was crying. This set me off again. I hate yelling in front of my kids, but I did. I threatened the dogs. I demanded an apology for being disrespected, but instead got a lecture on not yelling at my kids.
I called my mom. She took T in her car. I took Princess, Goober, and my cat Misty. The boyfriend was mad I took the kids. I told him I refused to keep our daughter near those flea-bitten, giant rats they were calling dogs. Oh, and his sister, and mom until she apologized. He was welcome to come to my parents' house (It is literally only 3 blocks away).
Once we were settled in at my parents', I realized I forgot my cat's food and litter. I had to go home for it. One of the dogs tried to bite my leg on the stairs. I kicked it. The boyfriend was really upset with me for yelling at his mom. He also doesn't understand why I don't like his sister, even though he doesn't like her either.
We argued. A lot. He threatened to leave me because I'm mean to him and his family. I have never yelled at his mom before, but she deserved it. And, as a rule, I try to avoid his sister so I don't yell at her. I do yell at him all the time, but 9 times out of 10 it is to pick his garbage up off the floor or take out the stinky garbage. I don't think that is even really yelling. It's more like nagging.
I left again, and it was all worse than before. I hope he is less pissed off in the morning. Because today wasn't about him. It was about me being disrespected and not consulted about important things. He couldn't see past me yelling at his mom. I think he should have been on my side. So that is where things stand. I just hope Hurricane Irene didn't kill my relationship.
Quite frankly, today really sucked. I found out on Facebook that the boyfriend's sister was staying out the hurricane at our house. With her 2 little, yappy, disgusting, fleabag dogs. I can't stand small dogs. I have never had a good experience with them. I am a cat person, and I tolerate large dogs-the bigger, the better. Princess is also terrified of dogs, which I found out when I brought her to my therapist's house last week. She screamed the whole session.
I also can't stand my future sister-in-law. She is fake, a drunk, and everything she says has a nasty undertone to it. Whenever she is in my house, I stay in my room. I keep the kids shut in my room with me. This is so I can avoid drama. I do not want to snap on people in front of my kids.
I told the boyfriend to tell his mom she and her dogs could not stay at our house. She has other friends, or she could have stayed in a hotel or hurricane shelter if she was worried her place would flood. He refused to talk to his mom, so I confronted her. I pay rent, and I should have at least been consulted.
I got my period last night, 8 days early. I am moody, bitchy, and probably could have been nicer, but I wasn't. I went off on her. She told me her daughter is her blood, which apparently makes her more important than me. I threatened to leave with the kids for good.
She countered by telling me that come Sept. 1, our lease is not being renewed. We will have a month-to-month lease so the landlord's son can move in. I think I should have been informed about this as soon as she found out. I am on the lease, and I pay rent. It was disrespectful of her not to tell me something this important.
At this point, I was so furious, I couldn't breathe. I screamed at her to F-off, went upstairs, and got sick. Then I started packing enough clothes for me and the kids for a few days. I can't even remember the last time I was this angry.
The boyfriend took his mom's side and accused me of attacking her. Last time I checked, you can't attack someone just by yelling at them. I don't like being treated like a 10 year-old and kept in the dark about things that affect me and my kids.
I brought some bags downstairs. The dogs had been dropped off while I was packing. T was playing with them. The boyfriend's mom was trying to get Princess to pet them; she was crying. This set me off again. I hate yelling in front of my kids, but I did. I threatened the dogs. I demanded an apology for being disrespected, but instead got a lecture on not yelling at my kids.
I called my mom. She took T in her car. I took Princess, Goober, and my cat Misty. The boyfriend was mad I took the kids. I told him I refused to keep our daughter near those flea-bitten, giant rats they were calling dogs. Oh, and his sister, and mom until she apologized. He was welcome to come to my parents' house (It is literally only 3 blocks away).
Once we were settled in at my parents', I realized I forgot my cat's food and litter. I had to go home for it. One of the dogs tried to bite my leg on the stairs. I kicked it. The boyfriend was really upset with me for yelling at his mom. He also doesn't understand why I don't like his sister, even though he doesn't like her either.
We argued. A lot. He threatened to leave me because I'm mean to him and his family. I have never yelled at his mom before, but she deserved it. And, as a rule, I try to avoid his sister so I don't yell at her. I do yell at him all the time, but 9 times out of 10 it is to pick his garbage up off the floor or take out the stinky garbage. I don't think that is even really yelling. It's more like nagging.
I left again, and it was all worse than before. I hope he is less pissed off in the morning. Because today wasn't about him. It was about me being disrespected and not consulted about important things. He couldn't see past me yelling at his mom. I think he should have been on my side. So that is where things stand. I just hope Hurricane Irene didn't kill my relationship.
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