- 7 years ago
Well, on top of the Future Brother-In-Law stuff, it seems like everything else is piling up, making me wanna explode. OKay, Future Mother-In-Law volunteered to have future nephew’s birthday party at our house Saturday. In fact, she insisted. This morning, the mother of one of her friends (who she hardly speaks to or sees) died. So, Future Mother-In-Law announced that they’d be having her friend’s mother’s funeral Saturday at 11. Now, I will be responsible for babysitting the kids, setting up the party, and hosting until Future Mother-In-Law can arrive home from the funeral. Just last month, she opted out of her own uncle’s funeral and sent flowers because she wanted to go out to lunch, instead. So, I’m not sure why this funeral is of utmost importance on a day that SHE committed to hosting a party on. I have social anxiety. The party will be a mixture of mine and FI’s families, which I’m comforable speaking one on one with those people. But, I know things will be awkward and quiet with me as an ice breaker and entertainer to everyone. Then, today, Future Mother-In-Law mentioned her list of requested cleaning. Umm, okay. Well, as I’ve previously explained, Future Brother-In-Law is now couch surfing at the house. There is NO way I’m gonna be able to dust, vaccum, and steam mop with him plopped on the sofa complaining that I’m hindering his television watching experience. Of course, his lazy ass will pile up more of a mess while I clean and won’t help.
Ughh, okay. Then, Future Mother-In-Law asked me if I wanna accompany her to Wal-Mart. I figured, why not? I need to get more stuff for making cake pops, anyway. In the car, Future Mother-In-Law tells me that we’re really going to her friend’s house first (the one whose mom died). I have never met this woman. I feel extremely, uncomfortablly awkward in death situations. I never know what to say to people, so I normally avoid such situations like the plague. Not to mention, I look like crap, I’ve got no makeup on and a monster zit appearing below my nose. Not that someone whose mother died would care, but there a million other people here. Strangers. I also didn’t want to be one more guest bombarding a grieving person. I think that’s rude. I told Future Mother-In-Law I’d wait in the car. I’ve been in the car for an hour. Now, Future Mother-In-Law is not an emotional, comforting, motherly presence. I can guarantee she’s inside talking everyone’s head off about her job at the animal clinic. So, you’re wrong if you think this lady needs Future Mother-In-Law for comfort and support, I seriously doubt she’s getting that from her right now, and besides, her girlfriend and all of their friends are here.
Well, here I am in the car. Still haven’t gone to Wal-Mart to get stuff. It’s after seven. I have to go home, make cake and cheesecake, roll out cake balls, and pack them up in the fridge. Then, feed myself, take a two-hour transcription test, do some homework. Tomorrow I’ve gotta spring clean the house, finish the cake pops, and do laundry. FI has the entire bathroom torn apart because he painted it today. I can’t clean it until he finishes the trim and puts the shower curtain rod back. Friday, we’ve gotta run around and get birthday stuff because Future Sister-In-Law doesn’t give enough of a crap about her son to contribute to his party. Then, we’re probably gonna have a house full of kids and gonna have to try to keep it clean for Saturday.
I am verry overwhelmed! I feel like a douche for sitting in the car at this lady’s house. All of her guests are staring at me. Had Future Mother-In-Law told me her plan to visit, I would not be here. Just figured I’d save some time and gas going with her. Wrong.