did I mention that I miss my own space yet?
Friday, August 10, 2007
So Superwife is in bed early, prior to getting up early to work for the first time in over two years tomorrow. The poor girl has convinced herself that she should take advantage of opportunities for making money now that she has some and is going to clean cottages at a tourist camp down the road tomorrow.
I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, I am glad that she will be doing things to bring in a little extra cash, because we could sure use it. But on the other, I feel like I've been the breadwinner for so long, that she is stepping on my toes a little. Yeah, I know, I sound a little like I should be waving my club in the air and whooping my pride over having just discovered fire next. But I'm just saying.
And why the renewed commentary about missing my own space? Because right this second, I am sitting in the kitchen,listening trying desperately not to listen to my sister-in-law and The Soon To Be Ex-Boyfriend making out in the next room. And I have to be in either the kitchen or the room where all the fucking giggling and the not as stealthy as they think smooching is taking place because those are the only two rooms in this house that can connect to the neighbour's wireless connection.
And to ice the cake, they are in there watching a movie on my divx player. On my couch.
I love The-Outlaws; I really do. Well, as much as a person can love people that are only their family until that person's spouse dumps them, but fuckme, I want my own place again. And I still have almost two months to go. I can't imagine how I am going to make it through this.
EDIT - 10 minutes later - Woohoo! Turns out our bedroom on the second floor gets even more of the borrowed, almost-no-signal wireless network than the Caligula Room downstairs. And here I only have to put up with Superwife's snoring. So far, no sounds of heavy petting whatsoever. ;)
I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand, I am glad that she will be doing things to bring in a little extra cash, because we could sure use it. But on the other, I feel like I've been the breadwinner for so long, that she is stepping on my toes a little. Yeah, I know, I sound a little like I should be waving my club in the air and whooping my pride over having just discovered fire next. But I'm just saying.
And why the renewed commentary about missing my own space? Because right this second, I am sitting in the kitchen,
And to ice the cake, they are in there watching a movie on my divx player. On my couch.
I love The-Outlaws; I really do. Well, as much as a person can love people that are only their family until that person's spouse dumps them, but fuckme, I want my own place again. And I still have almost two months to go. I can't imagine how I am going to make it through this.
EDIT - 10 minutes later - Woohoo! Turns out our bedroom on the second floor gets even more of the borrowed, almost-no-signal wireless network than the Caligula Room downstairs. And here I only have to put up with Superwife's snoring. So far, no sounds of heavy petting whatsoever. ;)
Labels: everything else, rants
posted by raistlinsghost at 8/10/2007 11:00:00 PM
5 Comments:
*snicker...snicker*
I feel your pain, I almost had to have my MIL come and rescue us from Daycarehell. I love her. Really, really, I do. But she drives me crazy.
Just think, you're probably driving them nuts too.
Oh man. . .that must be tough.
When living with my in-laws I found that a good way of keeping myself entertained was to try my damnedest to work atheism into EVERY conversation with my Methodist mother-in-law.
It made her squirm and it meant that she was serving a purpose so I didn't kill her.
I did the same thing with my father-in-law but instead of atheism it was liberalism. It's oh-so-much fun to watch him turn red and puffy as he repeats whatever Bill O'Reilly said last night.
Just keep in mind that your own place is being built from the ground up (we are so jealous by the way) and no one will be able to make you leave a particular room so they can feel each other up or whatever.
And Joe...don't make my parents seem so extreme. They could be a lot worse. And my mom isn't methodist, she's a contact Christian, she molds with whoever she's speaking with at the time. Worse I think.
I think I have just been responsible for my first fight that wasn't between me and Superwife with this post. Sorry guys. ;)
Course now that my BIL got into a bad accident and we're all doing shifts at the hospital, my petty issues with the MIL seem arbitrary indeed.
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