So I have to say, today was not a great day... Before I get into it let me just explain, for money reasons Wifey and I live with my parents, and before that we lived with her parents for two years. About 6 months ago we moved away from the town my wife grew up in to live with my parents about a two hour drive away.
So I get up today and head upstairs with Happy Baby because my parents had my uncle and aunt from out of town over. After a bit I had to run back downstairs for something and at the bottom of the stairs stepped in a huge lake... it turns out my dad had accidentally left a tap on in my parents side of the basement and it had flooded their side of the basement, my bathroom, bedroom, and storage room. While my mom and aunt ran around like chickens with their heads cut off I stood looking around, I think they thought I was stupid for doing so, but I was analyzing, trying to see if there was anything important that I needed to pick up. I soon found that the boxes in our storage room needed to be picked up since there were tons of important papers in there. Then because my baby was crying with my uncle, and I needed to eat (I have something like hypoglycemia and faint if I don’t eat) I went upstairs to watch the baby and eat while they dealt with my dad’s mistake. If you are thinking right now that that was a bad idea, oh yeah it was.
By the time I came back down the bulk of the mess was cleaned up. I noticed that the sheets from my bed were stripped, I asked my mom about them because they are very expensive sheets I got for my birthday last year and have very specific washing instructions. My mom assured me that she had the same sheets and knew how to wash them. I in the meantime had told my wife what happened and she came home to help. They worked all afternoon pulling up the carpet in the bedroom because it was old and ruined from the water.
It wasn’t until later that evening that we started to find stuff that was wrecked, and the thing is, it wasn’t wrecked from the water but from the women panicking and running around throwing stuff. For example, they threw a huge heavy box in my baby’s crib and it punctured the mattress in four spots. Another example was that my very expensive nice sheets had been thrown in with a bunch of blue things and gotten ruined. I was upset and told my parents what was ruined but instead of saying I’m so sorry that sucks, my mom was all defensive!! I got really mad and kind of yelled at her. I wish so badly that I had given my mom the baby and directed what was to be done myself. I may have fainted but so what!
And oh the in-law drama. I am getting a taste of my own medicine I tell you. I didn’t realize how crappy it was of me to make my wife be the go between for two years between her parents and me, because I’ve done 6 months of it now and I’m so DONE! I love them all but I’m getting really pissed at them all. They all bitch about each other to me and I can’t take it anymore!
Quick story: the main reason we moved out of my in-laws (Wifey’s parents house) was because they did not understand that I couldn’t be around babies after my son passed away. We had told them so, but my mother in law said it was her house and invited someone with a baby over. I happened to be taking a nap and had a nightmare about my baby crying, but when I woke up the crying didn’t stop. It took me a while to realize why I heard a baby crying. To this day my mother in law does not think she did anything wrong and does not realize how badly that hurt me. So, I said a bunch of not nice things about her that I shouldn’t have to my wife, I didn’t even really mean a lot of them, but what is done is done.
So this evening, I bitched about my mom and my wife bitches about her with me. And for some reason that gets my back up, for some reason I can bitch about my parents but she can’t. So, I guess I really deserve to be in this position because she did it for two years. Today was a lot of being the in between and bitching. Sooo over it.
Wifey says if we didn’t have bad luck we would have none. She is pissed that some people seem to have it so easy and everything is so hard for us that it doesn’t seem fair. It’s not really, but who ever said life was fair?
Finally, as a side note, this is just a bad day. Stressful crap happens. I remember after losing my son how much people bitched about unimportant stuff. It took me a long while to realize that it is okay to bitch about unimportant stuff, it is okay to be mad at little things, but always remember to be thankful that it is unimportant in the long run, and hug tight the important things. I’m going to go hug my important ‘things’ my beautiful baby, and wife (and maybe my cat and dog).