I went on a 2 week vacation 30 odd yrs ago and have never gone back Oh that cracked me up.
itainteasy, I'm sorry you guys are dealing with that. I'm sure it's incredibly frustrating for you. I see (now) what an annoyance it is for my husband and it makes me cringe. Making this transition to freedom is sooooo hard. I hope you and your fiancÚ can break free. The move may be just what the doctor ordered.
I got a text this morning asking if I would mind watch the baby. Wait...you're asking!? What a concept. Now apply that to every situation from now on m'k?
The time she wanted wouldn't work for me. No, make it 30 minutes later. I am taking the kids somewhere for a few minutes. We agreed.
I stated that I had an appointment at X time, I will be home at Y time, and QS will be home at Z time and we're leaving again for business.
Wouldn't ya know while I'm out, that at the time she wanted, she's texting, "Your sister is here and we're fixing to drop him off."
*Look at my watch, push down the panic, knowing I was crystal clear in my earlier arrangements, take a deep breath, and text back* "I'm not home yet so you'll be sitting there waiting."
Her - "Well then we'll be sitting. You're only giving us an hour and a half to get the job done."
(Oh, you mean the job that you didn't have to do in the first place? Sorry about your luck.)
I took my time. Gathered the kids, drove home semi-leisurely, pushing back fear. Stupid fear. Here you are again. But then...she knew going in. I wouldn't be home till Y time. She'll have to get over it.
It gets better. My sister comes over, completely normal, very friendly and chatty, drops off the kid. Fifteen minutes later, Mom texts. She got all the way to the church to realize, she forgot the key...
Am I completely evil for laughing hysterically? By the time she gets a key (which I'm totally not taking to her. I don't have the carseat) She's going to have even less time to get the cleaning done. I already know I'm going to hear it tomorrow. How sore she is because she ran around like a maniac to get the cleaning done. Should I say, "Hmmm, have you taken your Tylenol?" or "Can't handle the pain of intense cardio huh?"
I feel this sense of anger or rebellion. Ohhhh the dreaded rebellion. I got hellfire and damnation preached at me when I tried to rebel. It's not "rebellion" per say. It's teenagers and young adults flexing their muscles. They're realizing they are becoming adults and trying to make a way for themselves, out of their parents shadows. Why does that have to be a bad thing? Isn't *some* rebellion good? Why does it all have to be bad? Why is becoming an independent adult so "bad"?
I cannot wrap my mind around it.
ETA: After forgetting the key, finally getting one, they get in the church...and it's already been cleaned. Looks like someone won't be getting their ego kibbles. I'm sure he'll find another way.
All that drama, and it's already been done. But hey, all is not lost. I stood up for myself and she is starting to learn that she can't push me around anymore. Me - FWW * Him - QuietStand
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne
"What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, what if you fly?