Exactly one week ago today, MJ and Q became big brother and sister to another beautiful little girl, EM. Last Monday, I had to stop at the doctor’s office for a blood pressure check due to my hypertension. Because it … Continue reading
This past week, Facebook was filled with pictures and sappy messages in honor of National Siblings Day.I never really post on Facebook, except for pictures for my parents or in-laws, but my sister posts A LOT. I saw what she had tagged me in for NSD and thought it was really sweet at first.
Happy siblings day!!! I don’t have an up to date picture of us but u know I luv ya!!! Lol
Only a few minutes later I saw she had tagged one of her girlfriends in a post. It was also accompanied by a photo they had taken when they went out last week.
Although ur not blood related I couldn’t have asked for a better sister to grow up with and have our kids grow up together! Happy siblings day!!!
How can she possibly not understand how much this hurt my feelings. I AM her sister. We ARE blood related. Yet she openly admits on Facebook that this friend is her preference in the sister department. I obviously no longer thought my post was very sweet.
I guess I should be over it by now. I mean, this is the friend she invited to her wedding when I was not invited. At least CJ understood…
The delays in posting are easily explained by the fact that the end of this pregnancy has gotten quite difficult. Finishing up a 24 hour test today then have to have another test at the hospital tomorrow. There just has not been a lot of time to do these little things I enjoy while taking care of all of this.
Everything seems to be fine with baby though, so no need to worry. I just hope to be able to return to writing soon, even in the small capacity that will be available to me once the baby arrives.
Today I feel like a terrible human being. I try my best to make it to church every weekend, but sickness and being nine months pregnant and uncomfortable are fine reasons not to go (and why I have been a little lax lately). But today, I have no such excuse and I feel so terrible and out of control that I actually cannot think about what I want to do with the rest of my day because I feel so bad.
Our current houseguest thinks nothing of others before he acts. Most weekend days, he does not surface before noon yet for the past two Sundays, he has gotten up earlier than his usual and steps right into the shower without asking if it would be okay for him to do so. There are two other adults and two children in this house who require those facilities in order to make it to church on time. Last weekend, I took a cold shower and CJ went without so we could make it. Today, since I am already miserable with where baby is sitting, I refused to take a cold shower. Yet here I sit, seven minutes after mass has started, feeling awful and selfish even because I am not where I should be.
This is so unfair. I keep telling myself I should not be feeling this way. It is not my fault our houseguest is inconsiderate, but…
And the worst part is, if he were showering because he had places to be or things to do, I would be more understanding of him not taking us into account, but this is not the case. He showers, then goes back to his room to play video games or goodness knows what for the next three or so hours. Like really? You have to be clean for that?
End rant…..
With the advent of all this technology, there are many avenues with which to maintain proper manners without actually communicating with someone who makes you uncomfortable. Don’t want to make a phone call and actually converse with someone? Send a card. Send an e-card. Send a text. Send a Facebook message. Get my drift?
My birthday was on Monday. I got nothing directly from my in-laws. They said something in passing to CJ, but that was all. And I was willing to accept that as being enough. Until today. Today is CJ’s brother-in-law’s birthday. Also a relative to my in-laws through marriage. He however, got a nice Facebook message for all to see wishing him a wonderful day and lots of love.
How do they not understand that I just want their love too?
This has been a difficult week for me. Last weekend, we found out that my in-laws won’t be coming to the birthday party we have planned for MJ and Q. I have been trying very hard to understand their reasoning. They want to come the following weekend so they can bring my sister-in-law’s kids as well. Goodness knows the kids only see each other when we travel there (multiple times per year versus my sister-in-law’s one visit in eight years).
Although I am trying to be understanding, they knew about this party for over one month and could have made plans to be here on the correct weekend. And why is that particular weekend so important? Not only are we celebrating MJ and Q that weekend, it is CJ’s birthday as well. He will be turning 30. How could his parents not want to be here to share that with him? He is their baby.
CJ has told me many times that this isn’t that big of a deal, but I wonder who he is trying to convince more, me or himself. My heart hurts to think that they could do this to their baby. He is the single most wonderful person I have ever met and I just don’t understand how anyone could not want to show him how important he is and celebrate the fact that he’s alive.
I love you, CJ. And at least the kids and I will be here for your birthday. We’re the best part of your family anyway. 🙂
As a woman in my late 20s (I had to cop to it sometime), it is hard for me to admit that I get lonely. A lot. My husband is my best friend and I love him for it, but sometimes I crave more.
My best friend since middle school – we served as each other’s maid of honor then matron of honor – moved 13 hours away about four years ago. What was once skyping and phone calls has devolved to Facebook comments and the occasional text message. I miss her.
The handful of friends I made before MJ was born were a few years younger and still in college when we met. Once our place of work closed, they went their separate ways. Well, from me that is. They are still friends; in fact they all live together. I miss getting together on Thursday nights to watch Grey’s Anatomy and just chit-chat.
My sister lives extremely close by, but we are so completely different that although we get along, we don’t hang out. She likes to party and get a little tipsy. I much prefer a different kind of evening. I love her because she is my sister, but I wish she were my friend.
After being with CJ for nearly eight years, he has finally convinced me to give up on his sister being my friend. I didn’t even get a chance to know enough about her to see if we would get along before she expertly and completely shut me out.
CJ tries to reassure me that once MJ, Q, and the new baby are older, I will find some of what he calls “mom friends.” I see his point about running into more woman my age with more in common, yet I feel he severely overestimates my ability to make friends.
This whole entry sounds so depressing…I promise to no longer go on a Friends binge while hormonal.
As I finish up with my WIP for the night, I am really looking forward to crawling into bed with CJ. How did I get so lucky?
– When I work until midnight, he puts my PJs under the electric blanket so they are nice and warm.
– When I am uncomfortably pregnant, he will paint my toenails for me.
– He doesn’t need a Honey-Do list for when I’m at work.
– Occasionally, he buys cards just to send me little notes.
– He writes drafts of notes, birthday cards, etc. before writing the final version he gives to me.
Sweetest guy ever 🙂
I recently discovered I have been lied to by members of my faith community. I know I have been lied to a lot in this life and I will be lied to many more times before I die, but what shocks me most this time is the source of where the lies came from.
I do not think they realize just how much this has hurt me. I am now reconsidering a lot of my roles and planning on cutting back my volunteering in order to not be around these individuals. But at the same time, I do not want to let down those who count on me.
I know I should turn the other cheek and all that jazz, but I am still conflicted. Advice would be appreciated.
I read my favorite book for the first time somewhere around the fourth grade. At least, this is when I remember using it for a report for the first time. It was published in 1946 and written by a married couple, Benedict and Nancy Freedman. My mother gave me a copy as it was one of her favorites and I will be eternally grateful.
Over the years, I have used it for many reports and projects and inspired many an English teacher to read it. It just applies to everything.
Last week, I reread it for the millionth time, yet the first time since I became a mother. Somehow, this amazing book managed to become even more beautiful. I cannot wait until Q is old enough to enjoy reading and I can share this wonderful book with her. Not my copy of course. I found her one of her own at a garage sale 🙂
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