Today’s kind of a hard day at work so in between disabling people’s access and feeling bad for them, I am distracting myself and trying to get up to date on my blahg.
Because I am too lazy to post pictures individually, I created a Smilebox slide show type thingy. It’s basically scrapbooking for lazy people. And since I have no digital scrapbooking happening right now due to my computer situation, this was the next best thing. My MIL gave me a subscription to this website and it’s only minimally ok, to be honest. My biggest gripe with it (which in my opinion IS a dealbreaker) is that you cannot rotate or orient your photos, so in slideshows and scrapbook layouts, if your photos don’t happen to be the right orientation for the box, they just get cut off. It’s dumb. Totally a bare minimum feature that any digital photo software should have, free or not. In my case, I have the non-free version, and it still sucks. But! It did allow me to quickly throw together some photos from Christmas and post them here:
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The pictures probably make it look like we had a good time, which we did at first. But it went downhill quickly. I’m not sure exactly why, but it could just be that my focus shifted. The first couple of days I did a lot of cooking, which I enjoyed. But then the visit became extremely boring. I didn’t have anything to do, literally. The parents were content doing nothing but staring at the wall/TV/etc.
At one point I came upstairs to the main level after being in the office for a bit. It smelled like the dog had taken a crap on the rug. Very strong poop smell. I asked J “OMG, did the dog go poop in here?” He whispered “No, that’s my dad…” So imagine if you will a person disgusting enough to pump out enough anal gas to fill an entire 750 sq. feet so strongly that it smelled like there was a fresh steaming pile on the carpet.
Needless to say I was revolted. It didn’t just happen the one time, it was every day. On top of that he was sick, and coughed and sneezed and hacked constantly all day. Did he wash his hands? No. Did he make attempts to not get everyone else sick? Hell no. So I decided to quarantine myself to my bedroom, where I read, watched some TV, and played around on the computer, but really, a person can only take so much of that before they want to scream. And, it did no good- well, I guess at least I wasn’t smelling farts. But I still got sick and so did J. Fortunately the day before they were supposed to leave, Jeremy took them to a hotel by the airport to get the sickness out of our house. That was a relief and I was finally able to have my house back. I opened all the windows and turned the fans on, and got out my Lysol.
So the nice four days I was looking forward to after they got dropped off at the airport, became four days of feeling sick and trying to get better. I disinfected and cleaned the entire house to try to get the crap out. I had to febreeze the hell out of the couch. But in honesty, Jeremy and really want to throw our couch away because we just don’t feel anything could come back from what was done to it.
I already posted preemptively about the church stuff, so I’ll refrain from going into it any further. But we did NOT go to mass despite being asked more than once. I’m really hoping they get the hint one of these days but I’m afraid it probably won’t happen. There will be a time, perhaps in the not-to-distant future where my outspokenness is going to get the best of me, and instead of keeping my mouth shut like I usually do, I’ll tell them they need to stop asking us to go to church, because we will NEVER become Catholic. Period.
I posted about the clothes earlier too- that was another thing that went from being potentially cool to just damn annoying. It was too much, it still is. It’s WAY too much. No baby needs that many clothes. I have been sorting through and tossing out the vomit-stained and collecting the otherwise hideously ugly crap, to donate to charity. So nice of me. MIL insists anything I don’t use I should just re-sell but for fuck’s sake… if it’s vomit stained I don’t think anyone will want it. The ugly crap, maybe.. it’s a taste thing. I can’t remember if I posted about the baby blankets. I’m starting to think this woman’s going to turn into a full-on hoarder once she gets up in years, because the amount of shit she has held onto for generations astounds me. And now they have been bequeathed to me. I have about 20-30 baby blankets that are “heirlooms”. The problem is, I hate antiques. And these aren’t even antiques. They’re just plain ugly, stiff, nasty smelling, and not something I will ever wrap my baby in. So I am pissed about being burdened with this crap that I would not think twice about throwing away, but because they are things passed down that great-grandmothers made, I feel I can’t rightly toss them. So thanks, MIL, for dumping your shit on me once again. I can’t wait until you visit again and bring another few bags of crap for us. Thank the lord Jesus Southwest doesn’t charge you per bag like all the other airlines. I wish they would so she would stop bringing it. The price of the extra bag would probably be enough to insult her cheapness and maybe she’d think twice about lugging all that crap across the country.
It will be interesting to see what I do, because hubby and I will be moving shortly after the baby is born. Our lease is up at the end of March and we are moving into a real house! But just because we will have more space does not mean we get to take more crap with us. We both hate clutter and needless crap. So starting this weekend we are going to be massively purging shit that’s been in our garage for 3 years and not used, I’ve decided to get rid of all my clothes that aren’t in my current size range. The reality is, that hanging onto those clothes has done me no good thus far, and I’m going to be in nursing tops for the next year, which I will have to buy, and I am going to work on losing weight once the baby is born, so I’m just going to buy new clothes when I need them. Anyway, I am excited about the upcoming purge. It really feels good to purge. I am annoyed that my baby has already accumulated way too much crap and it already needs to be purged, and she isn’t even born yet! Between you and me, if those baby blankets magically happen to not show up when we move, I have no idea what happened to them.
Once again I feel like a bad person for saying all of this. But it’s really how I feel. And if I can’t vent on my own blog, then I am just fucked.
Ahh, the holidays. I used to never really get why people would stress out so much over the holidays. With my simple and small family, holidays were always easy, relaxed, and fun. We would do whatever we wanted, without worrying about extended family, and it was really, really nice. Now I am in the shuffle where we have to plan who goes where, and if I had my way, I would never spend another holiday with hubby’s parents. I love him to death, so of course I will take the entire package and just deal with it. But all I wished the entire week was that I was with my parents and sister, because I have not seen them for 3 Christmases now. I delight in the fact that next Christmas we will be spending with my family, and that it will also be our baby’s first Christmas. I think it will be a lot of fun, and I am already looking forward to it. And already dreading the following year, when the inevitable will probably have to happen. I wonder if an almost-2 year old would be too young to take on a cruise over the holidays…hehehe.