I had meetings from 9:30-1 straight through (four different meetings). My brain is shot.
That would be hilarious.
I was loading the dishwasher and he yelled IN THE NAME OF JESUS BE HEALED, then looked at me expectantly.
This is… super weird. My dad’s a pastor and I think he would find this weird.
My parents are hyper evangelical, like the Duggars. Plus my mum is mentally ill so they take it to scary extremes. I like living very far from them.
I think I would also like living very far from my parents in your case.
I am excited for you to have your house back to yourself.
Please try this and report back …
I would have been tempted to say “there’s nothing wrong with the dishwasher?”…
If it were only that simple, we would all yell that in unison for you!
I have had a prayer shouted close up to my stomach in the hopes that my barren WOMB (typo) would be healed. Considering that was a solid year before my pregnancy, I’m thinking it didn’t work…
Shout praying is weird. Especially when it’s at your guts.
Avoiding people who shout-pray is my hobby.
When my mum isn’t needed she sits perfectly upright and still in a chair and waits, staring straight ahead like a robot.
I honestly have no idea how to relate to her.
My overly friendly neighbor to me, sitting quietly on my back stoop:
"Hey HEY… "
walks to fence-line when I sort of ignore her.
Me: “I’m in my pajamas, I’m sorry” …remains seated.
Neighbor: “come on, so am I, do you have a second?!”
Me: “I don’t have a bra on, I’m uncomfortable”
Neighbor: hands up in air “me either, come over— COME TO THE FENCE” tapping on her fence loudly…
… Sweet slippery baby jesus, she called me over there to tell me she’s seen a raccoon around.
Can I borrow 5k for a real fence? Anyone…?
I’ve had alcohol and chocolate and am relaxed… Now I have to put on pants and go out to run an errand that can’t wait. <whine, whine>
I have so many complaints about the way my parents act. I won’t liveblog the visit for you on this thread. You’re welcome.
But tonight I took them to the Syrian ice cream place. It’s the best ice cream I’ve ever had, with a nice river path nearby. All wonderful and unique. My dad was cranky and complained the whole time and sighed heavily over and over then made everyone leave before they were done their ice cream.
Go home, parents.
Kiddo has been super clingy lately but only at bed time or day care drop off. This weekend he was perfectly content to let me walk the dog by myself even though he usually tries to come along, and was generally giving me more space than I’m used to. I was going to try to do the love bombing thing but … I get to pee by myself? But now he’s back to being clingy every GD morning at day care and it’s a whole Thing and today he was even crying when I left. He even is starting to use works for his feelings and has been saying “I feel lonely” a lot at drop off/bed time and asked me to sleep in his bed or stay at school with him and kid, I love you, but I need time away from you so I don’t go batshit and also I need money to pay for day care and our house and food and stuff.
He’s been through clingy phases before and I even know what’s triggered this one and that we just kind of need to ride it out, but omg it’s wearing me down already. And he’ll probably get over it just in time for school to start in the fall which will bring a whole new round of changes in his life, ugh.
I’m at work, entirely as a result of my poor negotiating tactics
We’ve been having cooler weather lately which would be perfect for taking nubbin hiking in the morning, but I’ve been too tired to take advantage of it.
I stayed up until 2 am playing solitaire. The result this morning is predictable.
My anxiety is back and it’s a chicken egg sleep issue but everyone else in my house is asleep.
I slept funny and now my shoulder/neck is killing me owowowow. At least it’s just one side? I had both sides a few weeks ago.
My brain is scattered so I thought my son’s middle school grad was at 1.30. I got a sitter for little dude and was at the school at 1.15.
75 minutes early.
Oops. So I texted my parents the proper time and went home.
They arrived just after I left and decided to stay. Then my kids’ dad arrived and sat with them. He never showers so that probably sucked. Then they texted me that the grad wasn’t until 2.30… did they not read my previous text?
So now they’re angry and my ex is there and I don’t want to go to my kid’s grad.
Ugh, I’m sorry, Smacky.