Well ladies, once again, I'm missing for a few days. I've been so mood swingy lately I don't wanna show my face at home, much less anywhere else.
Let's start with Friday. Friday, DH and I went looking for a dresser for our room, since he refuses to hang his clothes after work, and they have built up in a huge bile in the corner. So I suggested we look at some thrift stores, or garage sales...save some money and the he can at least throw his clothes into a dresser so I don't see them. Haha. So we went, searching, and spent the entire day at store after store with no luck. Finally he said we should just go to Ikea. I felt kind of defeted, since I really wanted to save some money, and I enjoy garage sales/thrift stores and I can never get him to go with me to one for more than 15 minutes...But I gave in and we went to IKEA. I know it seems dumb to be upset over it, but I don't know what has been wrong with me, and it really made me upset. Anyway, I tried to not take it out on him, since I knew he was just trying to make it easier on me, and he didn't deserve any of my anger. So, off we went to IKEA, which is usually very fun for me, since I'm always looking to do up my house. He could tell I wasn't myself and was very sweet, letting me walk through the entire store and even buying me a shelf for the kitchen, and a painting for the living room, along with the dresser. The only problem with this trip, is that no less (I'm not even exagerating) than HALF of the women we saw were pregnant....shopping for cribs and high chairs or with their little ones, getting a new "big kid" bed....usually my baby fever makes me want to coo over any little ones or baby bellies I see, but for some reason, this time it made me angry. I really just wanted to leave, go home where there aren't any babies or reminders that I'm not pregnant yet, even after two years of trying.
When we finally got home, DH was called in to screen a client at work, which left me home alone with his teenage son to build this dresser and get it set up.....Which usually would be fine, but he decided that he didn't wanna help me, and dissapeared to his girlfriend's house. Now, I'm pretty handy for a lady, but I don't have a **** clue how to build a dresser, and the instruction booklet didn't have names or numbers on the parts or anything. It ended up taking me almost 4 hours to finish this thing. Then I had to organize, fold and put away all his work clothes, made dinner, and finnish the chores I didn't do trying to save money, that we didn't save anyway. I went to bed that night thinking, tomorrow is a new day, and everything will be better.
Well I was wrong...But I woke up in good spirits, and thinking positive. Got to work cleaning my room, and bathroom. Just got finnished changing my sheets, when I got a call from my grandma, telling me that my dad was in the hospital (again) but this time, it was for an overdose, and I had to get there right away. I was hysterical, since I've already lost my mom to overdose, and am terrified of what could happen to my dad. I threw on some clean clothes, called DH to come pick me up and take me to the hospital and spent the day there with my dad, grandma and sister. Like it wasn't hard enough to be next to my dying dad, my grandma decided that it was a good time to get on me about my life choices and my weight. It seems like she will NEVER miss an opportunity to tell me that I'm fat. She also likes to tell me that it was a horrible decision for me to quit my job to focus on ttc, and that I rely on my husband too much to take care of me and I should be more independednt and blah blah blah....Yet my sister is a perfect princess, and she has three kids, no job, and a boyfriend who owns a struggling medical marijuana dispesary. I graduated high school, I graduated college, I have a wonderful career helping people like my parents recover from drug/alcohol dependency, I have a wonderful husband, and didn't start trying to have a baby until I was ready, none of which my sister did, but she's perfect, and I'm a failure? Okay grandma.
Anyway, spent the day there, and after hours and hours of hearing what a horrible person I am, I exused myself and went home. Spent the morning this morning at the hospital and just came home to a dirty house that I can't even get myself on my feet to clean....Along with a fight with my ONLY friend in the world, because she has decided to side with my grandma when I called her to cry about it. Not on the fat thing, but about me depending on DH too much....which doesn't make sense to me at all, since I just recently quit my job, Just recently became a housewife, and just recently decided that staying home with my family is more important than going out and drinking and partying with the single people. I mean I'm married, I have stepkids....I'm just trying to do right by my family. She has been so mad at me lately because I don't want to go out and party with her...I offer going to dinner, having a few drinks, having girls nights....but everytime we hang out, she brings her group of friends, which is fine, except that they are a group of 4 guys, and I don't think it's appropriate for a married woman to go out bar hopping with 4 men. She doesn't get that....UGHHH I'm so frustrated!
On the bright side, I have a beautiful husband, who loves me so much, and supports and loves me no matter how mean I am to him for no reason.
Also, my period was supposed to start today, which didn't happen....not even any spotting. I'm not getting excited just yet, because last time I did that wasn't a pretty picture. No real symptoms....sore breasts, tired, headache, bloating, oversensitivity.....but all pretty normal for Pre AF for me. Who knows....We'll just have to wait and see.
Sorry ladies. I don't have anywhere else to vent.