Trying to get the feeling again…

And I don’t mean in a good way.  The SIL and BIL have moved in.  They have been here almost two months.  It is horrible.  I am so unhappy it’s not even funny.  My husband has jumped my ass at least once a week since they moved in.  It’s like he gets unhappy with them and I get it.  Lock, stock, and both barrels.  I work part time as you may or may not know.  I get paid a good wage to work part time. In short I can make part time what a lot of people make full time.  The other day I got it thrown in my face that I only work 4-5 hours a day and should be able to do MORE around the house.  I admit, our room is very disorganized right now.  It kind of became the dumping ground for everything moved out of the spare room that the B&SIL have taken over.  And I need to find NEW space for everything.  Feeling overwhelmed as it is hasn’t worked well for me in organizing things.  But first I get that I didn’t park the car in the garage correctly, I didn’t plant the plants we bought the day before, I was taking a nap when he came in the door, and our room is a mess.  I seem to have time to do things with my friends but am tired when I am at home.  In the past month, I went out with friends I haven’t seen in 1 year and 24 years on the same night.  And I went to a No Doubt concert for a group birthday.

What was the event that sparked all of this?  Hubby caught S&BIL smoking on the back porch when he had asked them to not smoke near the house anymore because we can’t stand it.  They smoke three packs a day and it’s too much.  One cannont enjoy a swim in the pool or a conversation unless you want to smell smoke.  Okay, and inhale it too.  Come to find out they have been sneaking around like teenagers smoking.  So he semi explodes on them and I get the wrath for not one but count ‘em two days.

They don’t work.  Haven’t been able to find jobs but unless the job is listed on the internet or a resume can be faxed in, they aren’t applying.  Maybe people don’t go out and look for jobs anymore.  I don’t know. BIL hasn’t really worked in over five years.  He decided at 55 he wanted to retire.  Good if you can afford it.  Obviously, not a good move for them.   They are both at least 100 pounds overweight and lazy.

Guess how many time S or BIL have cooked since they have been here?  Done guessing?  One time.  That’s right.  And there wasn’t even enough food for everyone.  LOL  I am not kidding.

What I have noticed is that hubby works nights two nights a week.  On those nights, they go out to dinner because I do not cook. The other nights, they wait for dinner.  I have experimented and not cooked until 8 at night which is not in my style and they will wait until then to eat.  The night we were fighting like cats and dogs, I came out and they were sitting there.  When I finally decided I was starving and put some chicken breasts on to grill, SIL asked if she could “help”  Are you fudging kidding me?  NO!  I can season some chicken and throw it on a grill and make rice.    My son in law comes over once a week and makes dinner for us because that is what he has always done.  Don’t say SIL feels uncomfortable in MY kitchen.  First of all, I am not territorial and second of all, she rearranged the entire thing and the only thing she uses is the toaster to make toast in the morning.  She moved it lower because I had it on a high shelf.   I am not sure why she rearranged the kitchen but she complained to my hubby that I wouldn’t “let” her but she never discussed it with me.  SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Maybe you are thinking, Bobbie you are a dumbshit get rid of these people.  It is not my place and hubby doesn’t agree that they need to leave.  Besides, they have no money and no jobs and according to him, they can’t do anything for two years.  Yes, 24 months.

I keep hoping that things will get better.  That they will get jobs and not always be around.  They don’t go out when hubby is home.  Heaven forbid should we be alone.  They are alone all day long when we are working.

I am lost and tired.  Tomorrow I will go and talk to Cheryl, my therapist.  I will remind myself to breath.  And Anngirl, let’s meet for cocktails and snacks and laugh until our faces hurt and our eyes water.  Even the thought of that just made me smile.

I feel so overloaded I can’t put things down in words.  Maybe I have been afriad if what I would write.  Or maybe, like now, I can’t stop once I start.

I love you chicks.  We are strong.  We are beautiful.   l

Sorry, Im not spell checking.  Goodnight