Post by cabbagecabbage on Nov 27, 2015 14:44:59 GMT -5
It was a nice day. SIL managed to sneak in a Facebook post to piss me off. This year, she moved states away to true BFE, outside a rural town in a dry county in the Ozarks. All she does is post how glad she is she left. Last night she was "Thankful" to raise her kids in a safe place far away from violence or some shit.
Now, I am glad she (and BIL and kids) are happy where they moved but she acts like she left the inner city. Girlfriend has never lived in the city proper. She was a suburbs girl through and through. Yet she posts about how in danger she felt and how "bad" her (our) area is getting and her new Ozark people chime in about how scary "city" life would be and how smart she is. Bitch, please. We have a top 10 public high school in the state and a charming downtown of boutiques and crap. I'm not sure if she's trying claim street cred or something. It's getting ridiculous and she posts about it weekly.
Post by trafficgirl on Nov 27, 2015 15:26:39 GMT -5
Our Thanksgiving was a treat.
SIL set the time to eat at 3pm. Which I told her the week before that our kids nap from Noon to 2/2:30 so the earliest we'd probably be able to be there was 3:30pm (they live about an hour away).
One of my kids didn't fall asleep until 1:45pm, so he got a 45 minute nap, then cried on and off all night
The only thing I could eat was the stuffing I brought because SIL didn't realize I am gluten free and couldn't be sure what did and didn't have gluten in it. Which would have still sucked but wouldn't have ticked me off, except I mentioned it to her a week ago at the boys' bday party because I made gluten free brownies that one of her kids wanted instead of the bday cake.
My MIL kept wanting to feed my kids rolls and sugar free jello salad, with maybe a bite or two of turkey thrown in there. They don't need carbs and pretend-sugar. How about some protein?
On top of all that, I hurt my back on Wed night so have been dealing with that also. Which makes picking up my kids very difficult.
By the time we got home, I had enough energy to dink around on the internet for 10 minutes and go to bed. After I cried.
Today I went out and picked up food for a holiday dinner that I will make tonight so I can have a redo.
It was a nice day. SIL managed to sneak in a Facebook post to piss me off. This year, she moved states away to true BFE, outside a rural town in a dry county in the Ozarks. All she does is post how glad she is she left. Last night she was "Thankful" to raise her kids in a safe place far away from violence or some shit.
Now, I am glad she (and BIL and kids) are happy where they moved but she acts like she left the inner city. Girlfriend has never lived in the city proper. She was a suburbs girl through and through. Yet she posts about how in danger she felt and how "bad" her (our) area is getting and her new Ozark people chime in about how scary "city" life would be and how smart she is. Bitch, please. We have a top 10 public high school in the state and a charming downtown of boutiques and crap. I'm not sure if she's trying claim street cred or something. It's getting ridiculous and she posts about it weekly.
We just moved to the burbs from downtown. We used to live surrounded by group homes, halfway houses, and a series of houses subdivided and rented out by a true blue slum lord. Never really felt scared or in danger. (Truly loved living there).
Now that we're in the burbs, we joined our neighborhood association and next-door page. You would think we're in the wire or something from the posts to the group's page. Do these people really feel that they're constantly in danger? Someone's getting cans and bottles from your recycle bin in trash day? Call the cops! Someone throws a party at the park? What is this world coming to? We live close to a creek and old farm, in an area with a high homelessness rate. I'm surprised we don't have more vagabonds hanging around.
Shockingly, everything went well today. FIL didn't say something stupid, H is in a good mood...the only thing was I got a very sharp, burning pain in my boob halfway through dinner. It HURT. For like, 30 minutes. I told H and he was like "OMG ARE YOU HAVING A HEART ATTACK DO YOU NEED ASPRIN I'LL GET YOU ASPRIN YOU HAVE TO CHEW IT THOUGH I THINK" in a panicky whisper. I told him I was fairly sure it wasn't a heart attack.
Kudos to your husband for knowing you're supposed to chew the aspirin. I hope you're feeling better now and that it wasn't a heart attack.