So I had surgery on April 17th to have a tumor removed from my upper back on the left side. I am now in excruciating pain while recovering.... regret having the surgery but whatever. So same old same old on the mother in law front. Still trying to tell me how to raise my son. If I call for him to stop getting in people's way she has to chime in and say something about it. If I tell him not to do something she turns around and yells at him too. She tries to say she's going to take things away from him if he misbehaves (HE'S A TWO YEAR OLD FYI) and/or threatens to spank him.....which also beyond pisses me off. She tries to say he's not aloud to have chocolate milk and yet she will give him candy anytime he asks. First of all, he's my child....I know, surprising right?! None the less, he is MY kid so there for you should be asking ME before you give him candy. Another fun fact, you should be letting ME punish my child if he's done something wrong. I know, this is a crazy thought. Ooooh, here's another one.... He's 2 years old. I know, I know, he's really smart... Still a two year old. You should maybe try ACTING like he's two and treating him like he's two. He doesn't "know better" yes we may have told him not to touch that, but does he remember four days later when he tries to touch it again? No probably not. You will have to tell him again, and probably again. Eventually he will get it but getting pissed that he's not getting it, yeah that just makes you look like the moron.
Let me touch base on another fun adventure in my life, my husband started therapy. Which in my opinion is fucking great, and quite frankly about damn time. However, (we knew there will be a but/however right?) he returned home after his first session more depressed then when he left, which is normal this happens to alot of people I will explain why later. What I wasn't prepared for was him being pissed off the rest of the day. Now don't get me wrong I am really glad he's finally talking to someone about his issues it does irk me that he would be so damn crabby afterward. And all day since my surgery I have felt like a burden because he has to wait on me so it made me feel even worse to have to ask him to make me something to eat or drink or anything even. I feel completely helpless and I know it hurts his back to have to get up 9 million times if I need something.
Tomorrow is Mariana and Achilles birthday party and everyone is running around trying to get everything ready for it and I have to just sit here and do nothing because most if it requires lifting more than I am aloud to or bending too far. Can't even make myself something to eat. Plus it makes me feel like a dick cuz so much stuff has to get done and I am just sitting here on my ass. Granted Kissy gets home and sits on her's cuz she got the cake so why should she do anything else right? Dale just seems pissed off that he has to be doing something for me or anyone else. I ask him to so something and yeah he will do it but he gives me a large amount of attitude and looks at me like I am Satan.
Another random rant, it's 7:15pm, 7 year old hasn't had dinner yet.... Walks in the room with a giant piece of cake and starts eating it...No adult other than me seems to care. That's fabulous parenting, cake for dinner. Fucking lovely. Not to mention when she does eat "food" it is mini pizzas or corn dogs. Which the adults make her make for herself. If she asks her mother to make her food... "Nooooo do it yourself!!!" (In a whiney ass voice)... Parent of the year right? Fucking lazy ass losers. Seriously this bitch whines about EVERYTHING. Instead of yelling she whines. Pretty sure I wish I could punch her in the throat everytime she does that.
Well enough ranting about my life for today, time for some pain meds and to try to get someone to make me food.
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