Friday, November 5, 2010

You don't wanna meet Mr. Angry Eyes

Forewarning before you read this: I'm in a really horrible mood. I'm talking I would yell at cute puppies type of mood. So, this is pretty much going to be me ranting. I realize I have so much to be happy for, but I do think sometimes you just gotta be pissed off. And I'm pissed.

I'm not sleeping well, so that probably has something to do with my mood. I was up super late last night, then tossed and turned and woke up what felt like every ten minutes, and then of course my son was up super early this morning. Whatever, such is life, right? But then before I signed off facebook last night, I put my status as something like "finally going to bed, here's hoping Cayden sleeps in."

And my friend posted a comment back "We need to get you on a sleep schedule. You were up way too late missy."

I know, sounds super innocent, right? But it just irked me, because she's so freaking opinionated, which I am too, but it's on crap she knows nothing about. Until you have been 9 months pregnant and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, please don't tell me I need to be sleeping more, not to mention the husband that gets up at 4 am to go to work, and as quiet as he tries to be, always wakes me up (it's not his fault, honestly. I'm just not sleeping as deeply as I used too) or the two year old who still wakes multiple times in the night...

She also made a comment the other day on my status about how she stayed up too late and had to get up to go to work in the morning and how she couldn't wait till she was rich or a mom so she could stay at home...

Uh, really? You DO realize that just because I'm a stay at home Mom, I'm still working, right? I'm not able to sleep in till whenever, and if I don't feel good, I still can't call off. I mean it's just offensive. She actually said when she had kids she was going to craft all day.

Yeah, honey, maybe when your kids are back in school.

And then when she heard about my c-section she asked me if I was excited, and when I answered nervous, she seriously asked me why. Uh, it's major surgery and when it's over, I'll have to recover AND deal with a newborn and toddler. Her reply? "Women do it all the time."

K. Doesn't mean it's easy. Doesn't mean it's fun. Doesn't mean it's what I wanted. And sometimes those women DO have complications, you know why? Because it's major surgery! People undergo open heart surgery all the time, should they not be nervous?

I love her to death, but she just says things and I don't think she thinks about them before she says them. I've talked to her about it before... When we were super stressed about our money issues, because all her answers would basically be to suck it up and deal with it. I finally asked her how SHE would feel if when she starting complaining about the stress of her wedding if I responded with "Hey, you should just be glad you're getting married." Sometimes all people want is sympathy. And it's like, I hate telling her anything that's going on.

Anyway. Then there's my WONDERFUL MIL, who we all know and love so much. She called the other night. We haven't seen her since Cayden's birthday party, and the last time we talked to her was when Jeremy called her to see if she wanted a ride to the shower - so it's been awhile, but whatever, I don't want to talk to her, so I don't care.

She called to tell us she started buying things for Christmas for Cayden. And she fucking DID IT AGAIN!!!! We called her probably over a month ago to let her know that we bought Cayden this chuck and friends stunt park playset. They have multiple ones, so we were sure to let her know the specific name of the one we bought, and described the box (there are a couple different sets, the other sets are smaller, this one is the big one. You really can't confuse it with the others) We told her we bought it, and she said OK, well I'll get him the other little ones.

She bought him the big set. And you know what, again, *I* don't care. She keeps his toys at her house, so it's not really a big deal that he has a double. Only once again, *she* gets her panties in a twist. "You didn't tell me you were buying that for him."

Jeremy was like "We called you as we were buying it to make sure you hadn't already gotten it. Remember, I told you it was on sale, and we also had a coupon so we got it for like half price?"

Whatever, I'm just done telling her what we've gotten him, because it obviously doesn't matter.

Then she asks us what we need for the baby still. Uh, really lady? You want to ask NOW? I'm 35 weeks pregnant! At the most I have 5 weeks left! You didn't offer to buy ANYTHING when you knew my husband didn't have a job and we were struggling, but NOW that we have extra money you want to offer?

The ONLY thing I could think of are socks. She, of course, complained about it. "Socks are so boring. Are you sure that's all you need? Can I buy some clothes?" ...You CAN do whatever you want. But if you're asking what I still NEED, yup, socks are pretty much it.

So then she finally starts giving Jeremy the 5th degree about Cayden's 2 year check up - which, had I been on the phone, I wouldn't have told her jack about it, because frankly, it's none of her business. She starts questioning WHY he didn't get any vaccines and when Jeremy said the doctor said he didn't need any, she seriously asked if the doctor was sure, and if we trusted the doctor.

Uh, no. Don't trust the doctor at all. That's why I continue to take my son to her, because I think she's a nut job. And in fact, I definately think you know more than her, I mean so what? You never went to school to get that pesky medical degree, and you only had one child, and that was over 30! years ago. Times haven't changed at ALL since my husband was a kid, right? And I mean, you can't seem to remember what I told you specifically NOT to buy my son, or stick to a freaking list that YOU asked me to write, but I'm SURE you can remember what vaccines he needed, better than his doctor, who has it written down and on file. Never mind that you've NEVER been to a SINGLE doctors appointment with him, and I think this is probably the first or second time you've even bothered to ask how it went.

>:( <--- That's Mr. Angry Eyes, btw. Cayden has recently become obsessed with the Toy Stories, you might recognize the line from Potato Head.

So then she asks about the flu shot. To which Jeremy answers that Cayden didn't get one. And of course, that set her off hardcore.

Now, personally I'm on the fence about the flu shot. My husband? Thinks the flu shot is the dumbest invention ever. He never gets one. Do I think it's the right thing to do? I don't know. I did insist Cayden get one last year, and with the new baby coming, he will probably get one again this year. But, he didn't get one while we were in because they didn't have any. It wasn't like we refused, but they happened to be out. But again, it's Jeremy and my child, and therefore it's our choice, and if I don't want to vax him at all, for anything, well, that's between Jeremy and I.

...Then, she asked if I got the flu shot. To which I would have answered it's none of her business. But my husband is dense, and so he told her I actually refused mine.

Yeaaaaah that went over well. I refused mine because they only had the flu shot/h1n1 combo, and I refuse to get the h1n1 shot while pregnant. If they have some shots still available when the baby is born, I will get one, again, to protect the baby. But right now I feel like it's safer to not get one. (And for the record, I am NOT trying to start the great flu shot debate. My MIL got the flu shot, and that's great... For HER. It's YOUR body, and I just think it's therefore YOUR decision what you do with it, and what you put in it.)

So then she starts talking about her birthday, and where she wants to go out to dinner at. She has it narrowed down to three places, and one of them just happens to be an uber expensive steak house. And while I would LOVE to go to this steak house (Jeremy got to go once because at his old job they had a pharm company come in and take them there. It's expensive, but he brought me home some of his steak. I ate it the next morning, cold, and it was still the best steak I've ever eaten, so I could only imagine what it would taste like "fresh".) I would never go with her.

For one, I don't know why the women EVER orders steak out. She freaks out EVERY time, because if it's the slightest bit pink it's "bloody" and if it's not pink then it tastes burnt and is way too overdone. Secondly, she's been to this steak house before, and she hated it. Why she wants to go back is beyond me. Thirdly, we have a new baby on the way, and Christmas coming... I just have other things I'd rather spend my money on, especially if I'm going to have to sit there and listen to her complain about the food which I'm sure will be delicious. And lastly, it's not really the type of place that has booster seats and highchairs. She's going to want us to bring Cayden, and then she's going to send back her food 20 times and take 4 hours to eat, meanwhile he'll be melting down in the middle of a restaurant that's not really child friendly to begin with.

I guess it doesn't matter, because I told Jeremy I felt like I was coming down with something, and it would probably hit right around her birthday time, and so I didn't think I would be going.

I do feel better, though, now that I've complained. Thanks :-)

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  2. Vent away, sister! I did have to laugh, though at the last line of your post "you're coming down with something that's gonna hit around her birthday". Classic! mum

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