Sashahomeschoolmama
07-08-2008, 11:13 AM
It'll be a miracle if I don't, though.
The electric bill is due today. My payday is Friday so I'd asked dh to call (his name is on the bill and they act squirrely if someone else calls) and make arrangements to pay Friday. I reminded him a few different times and even threatened him about it.
He put it off and put it off and didn't do it so the electric company truck shows up at the door this morning. Now the checking account is overdrawn until Friday and it's unnecessary, because we live in a poor community and the utility companies are very good about taking late payments if you call them in advance.
Fucking. Asshole.
Then his mom shows up. She did knock before she came in, which is an unusual concession on her part, but she didn't call first (she had told dh that she was coming over sometime today but apparently we're supposed to just wait for that moment to come). If y'all know me at all you know what a pet peeve it is for someone to come over without calling. It's in my Top 5 Worst Things To Do. It is also something that she does all. the. time.
She'd spent the week in Oklahoma with Middle BIL. Middle BIL is an architect who is married to a psychiatrist. They live in an enormous house, new cars every two years, the whole shebang. Their two daughters repel dirt and I've never seen a hair out of place. So she sits at my kitchen table (my dd, who is doing math, keeps getting distracted) talking about how much better they are than we are. Their kids are involved in this and that (and, of course, she went to all of their activities while she was there even though she has never showed up for one of my kids' activities) with the implication that their lives are better than ours.
I have a ton of stuff to do in the kitchen today. I need to make cheese. I need to make egg noodles to vacuum seal and freeze for after the baby comes. I'm not going in there and working around her as she makes digging remarks about, well, whatever pops into her mind that we're doing wrong. I'm pregnant. I'm hot. I'm cranky.
The electric bill is due today. My payday is Friday so I'd asked dh to call (his name is on the bill and they act squirrely if someone else calls) and make arrangements to pay Friday. I reminded him a few different times and even threatened him about it.
He put it off and put it off and didn't do it so the electric company truck shows up at the door this morning. Now the checking account is overdrawn until Friday and it's unnecessary, because we live in a poor community and the utility companies are very good about taking late payments if you call them in advance.
Fucking. Asshole.
Then his mom shows up. She did knock before she came in, which is an unusual concession on her part, but she didn't call first (she had told dh that she was coming over sometime today but apparently we're supposed to just wait for that moment to come). If y'all know me at all you know what a pet peeve it is for someone to come over without calling. It's in my Top 5 Worst Things To Do. It is also something that she does all. the. time.
She'd spent the week in Oklahoma with Middle BIL. Middle BIL is an architect who is married to a psychiatrist. They live in an enormous house, new cars every two years, the whole shebang. Their two daughters repel dirt and I've never seen a hair out of place. So she sits at my kitchen table (my dd, who is doing math, keeps getting distracted) talking about how much better they are than we are. Their kids are involved in this and that (and, of course, she went to all of their activities while she was there even though she has never showed up for one of my kids' activities) with the implication that their lives are better than ours.
I have a ton of stuff to do in the kitchen today. I need to make cheese. I need to make egg noodles to vacuum seal and freeze for after the baby comes. I'm not going in there and working around her as she makes digging remarks about, well, whatever pops into her mind that we're doing wrong. I'm pregnant. I'm hot. I'm cranky.