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I need somewhere to vent and this is as good a place as any...today my three year old was playing with a neighbors dog by my moms and 'something' happened and I don't think the dog bit my son, I think just playing his teeth scraped his face. But needless to say he had a huge gash across his nose I had to rush to my moms pick him up and head to the hospital. They tried to sedate him but it never took so we wound up having to hold him down to give him three stitches. Needless to say I cried the whole time. Around that time I get a call from work (I was supposed to stay late to run a PP presentation for a meeting) and they couldn't get anyone else, so I had to go back to work at five run the presentation for six, didn't get out until seven. Still had to get my son's script filled and pick up dinner.
Needless to say I had a glass of wine at the bar waiting for it. In the mean time my mother is a wreck over guilt and OTHER issues and I could barely deal with her hating herself over my son getting hurt. So finally about 9:30 after laying with my son at his insistence until he fell asleep I ate dinner. Thank god sushi isn't supposed to be hot.
I take a shower get out and my husband gets a phone call that his grandfather passed away. And let's see his mother just passed away last October and his father the October before that. And did I mention that by coincident we got married in October, so his father passed away that same month, and the October of our first anniversary his mother passed away the day after. Oh, and he's only 29 and we are STILL trying to clean out there house to sell. And my husband asks me why he can't even cry when his grandfather dies...I wonder why? Let's not forget that my dad just died two and a half years ago.
Put it this way, I'm over it already.
I'd take a vacation if I could...but I just settle for writing fanfiction. Thank god for an imagination.
BTW, I'm not nuts, just having a really bad day. I just had to rant somewhere since my husband is dealing with his family and my son is in bed.
Needless to say I had a glass of wine at the bar waiting for it. In the mean time my mother is a wreck over guilt and OTHER issues and I could barely deal with her hating herself over my son getting hurt. So finally about 9:30 after laying with my son at his insistence until he fell asleep I ate dinner. Thank god sushi isn't supposed to be hot.
I take a shower get out and my husband gets a phone call that his grandfather passed away. And let's see his mother just passed away last October and his father the October before that. And did I mention that by coincident we got married in October, so his father passed away that same month, and the October of our first anniversary his mother passed away the day after. Oh, and he's only 29 and we are STILL trying to clean out there house to sell. And my husband asks me why he can't even cry when his grandfather dies...I wonder why? Let's not forget that my dad just died two and a half years ago.
Put it this way, I'm over it already.
I'd take a vacation if I could...but I just settle for writing fanfiction. Thank god for an imagination.
BTW, I'm not nuts, just having a really bad day. I just had to rant somewhere since my husband is dealing with his family and my son is in bed.
