I know it's Father's Day, but if you need to read a tribute to dear old dad, then this will be a waste of your reading time. (Not to say that my hub doesn't deserve a tribute, but there are so many other blogs talking about it, and besides, I feel like whining. Oh yeah, and we're celebrating his day next week, so whatever.....)
Where was I? Oh....okay, so my first (and last?) camping trip was not as pleasant as I would have liked. Sure, there was the ridiculous heat, but I learned that camping with more people than less people is not a desireable thing. I'll end that little story right there and move on to the next.
My mom wanted to come over to cook the hubster some dinner. A nice dinner. When she came in the house with her groceries, my FIL was here because my nephew was fixing his car and needed some of the hub's tools. My mother immediately went into a snit. My FIL went to get up to say hello and give her a hug and she just walked on past him, went to the kitchen to prep, and didn't look up til they left. AWKWARD!
The last little bark of the entry is.......people who expect you to babysit, have already made their plans, and then expect you to just bow down. This is where I bite my tongue from all the profanity trying to escape.
Adding to that crap, many of you guys know I'm very introverted. I can only deal with so many people and their drama at one time. I can only do so much... (I'm still recovering from the mess of camping, and that was days ago. I find it really hard to get back into my routine, so I'm basically in my pajamas wandering around cluelessly for days.) So, here's me in my already fragile (?) state and then I get more crap on top of it. Not a good thing. I mean, I know I'm medicated for everyone else's enjoyment, but damn it....there is only so much Lexapro can do!
Okay. I think I'm done. Maybe. It's about time for me t ogo back to bed and rock myself.