Because we all have lots of real problems and FWPs- and I have a lot of fussiness today- I hereby declare this today's bitchfest post!
My bitchiness of the day:
MIL is fighting her stage 3 cancer and it looks like she's losing. Instead of being by her side and helping with everything, her sons are fighting with each other while their wives take care of her. DH is staying out of it due to years of bad blood with her (he only started speaking to her again when she got sick). I'm frustrated that they're wasting their time being petty instead of spending time with her- I adore the woman as she does me but we all know she'd rather see her kids and grandkids.
We pre-spent my bonus 2 weeks ago and as of last night are cutting back on Christmas because MIL can't live off of her disability checks. There's no way that anyone could live off of such a low sum but she was spending with the assumption that her request for more would be approved. It wasn't. No one else in the family is in the position to offer any financial assistance so we're the bail-out committee. We're now struggling to figure out how to handle things going forward. She asked us not to tell the rest of the family so we're now the cheap assholes who refused to chip in for a few upcoming family things (a niece's quincenera, an uncle's trip to the US, etc.).
My hand is still wrapped in gauze and tape after burning myself making caramel on Wednesday. The blister hurts and is annoying me. Plus, I'm sick of the constant questions about why my hand is bandaged.
Teenaged boys suck. After dropping a ton of money on a new bed for SS, he's decided that he can't part with what he has. He's too big for his twin mattress (which was ancient and causing back problems) so we bought him a new mattress/box spring and are giving him the bed I had in my old apartment. He's now throwing a fit about getting rid of his old set: he kicked a hole in the back of the frame and didn't want us to find out. This is even more problematic because we promised the frame to BIL for his son.
When I moved in with DH, we initially emptied my apartment into a storage locker while we tried to figure out how to fit my stuff into his tiny house. We got most of the important things in but there's still a lot there. We have a truck and a friend lined up to move the rest with us on Saturday. DH's ex has changed her mind about letting us trade weekends with SS (we get him one weekend a month but he lives with us during the week). We're now down a helper because she needs a babysitter for her infant. The rent on the locker increases dramatically 1/1/15 so waiting until the last weekend of the month for SS to help isn't an option.
My gramma is now calling me 2-3x daily to ask when we're having a baby. We've been married less than 2 months and already know that it's unlikely that we're going to be able to have one- not that we're telling anyone this yet. She's 93 with ever-increasing dementia but it's awful. The worst part is that she's talking about how she wants to have her first grandkid. She's got 3 of us, plus one great grand-kid already.
My family exchanges gifts every year. I have no idea what to get my parents. My gramma keeps saying she just wants grandkids so I'm already planning to disappoint her.
Finally, work is so crazy that I'm working 12-14 hours/day right now. Plus, I'll probably have to work several hours this weekend after we finish moving.
I'm done with my bitching, for now. Your turn!