Sigh
My eye has been twitching like crazy the past few days. I don't think it's done this since the last few months before I got married. The doctor (back then) thought it was stress, though I didn't feel particularly stressed at the time. I hated my job back then, but I knew once I got married I was gonna leave that place -- and I did. I haven't had this twitching thing for some time. I don't even think it's really visible outwardly, but I can feel it and it makes me nuts! Today it occurred to me that it may be because I spend too much time staring at computer screens. The light coming into my office coupled with the screen might have been too much. It seemed to subside when I closed the blinds some, but the twitching came back. Am I stressed out? Maybe.
My husband's father is coming to town tomorrow (he lives in Korea; he's not Korean, but his wife is) and staying for 2 weeks. He stayed with us the last time they were here 2 years ago and it was fine. I don't think that's stressing me out -- though the house could be a little cleaner, I just refuse to spend all my time cleaning while the husband is sitting on the couch playing video games with a friend (as he is right now). If he's not worried about it, why should I be? I think our house is cleaner than most, and it looks good so who gives a crap if it's not "Monica clean" (a Friends reference, if you don't know). Anyway, I'm done worrying about that -- though I got a new shower curtain liner tonight and it was the wrong damned size. Didn't even notice 'til I tried to put it on. Of course, this was AFTER I'd removed and tossed the previous liner. @#$%! Now I gotta go get another one of those tomorrow. And THAT, though it was my mistake, was due in part to the fact that my dear husband was rushing me through the store as I was trying to pick up some last-minute things. Gah!
My husband's sister is also coming to town tomorrow (she's living in TX right now with her boyfriend), and staying for a week, but they're not staying with us. I like her -- she's hard to pin down for more than a couple hours once every few months, but she's one of the few family members my husband is close to and I like her. Her boyfriend seems like a really nice guy, too, so they're nice to be around.
The paperwork is already piling up at work but it doesn't look like anything I can't deal with in one fell swoop -- just a few hours of digging in. I still have that promotion rush and I've spent most of the past 2 days working on my December newsletter, so that's all good.
The best friend's engagement party is a week from Saturday and I'm taking calls for RSVPs. Nothing I can't handle.
Oh yeah, and with the holidays coming up we have about a zillion people to consider -- where do we spend this holiday, or that holiday, and who are we going to piss off in the mean time? Well, we are going to my father's for Thanksgiving, and we are having my father and stepmother here for Christmas. I don't know yet when we will see my mother and her boyfriend, who live right here in town, but she's not much for orchestrating anything or even responding to invitations so I decided not to worry about it. We will probably just have them over for dinner sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas. My birthday falls between those holidays, as well, and I'm going to do whatever the hell I want, I can tell you that! I think I'm going to make it a 4-day birthday weekend just because.
As for the husband's parents, well, his father will be here tomorrow and he is flying out Thanksgiving Day. I don't know what he was thinking booking a flight for about 2 o'clock in the afternoon on Thanksgiving Day, but we will not be here. So either the husband's brother will have to take him to the airport, or he will have to take a cab -- which is kind of sad, but he's the one who booked his travel like that so I wash my hands of that. Then, of course, there is the husband's mother, who lives in town and wants to get everyone who is even remotely related together every few months even though everyone seems painfully uncomfortable when they are all together. The husband isn't concerned about getting together with them and I don't push him to do it anymore, particularly since I don't think my MIL cares for me all that much anyway. So actually, in its own weird way, that kind of works itself out. I'm not one of those people who thinks you have to spend time with people you are related to just because you are related to them. Luckily, the husband and I totally see eye to eye on that!
So what the hell am I stressed about? I know I'm busy, and we have a lot going on, but it doesn't seem like enough for body parts to be spontaneously spazzing out. I dunno. Maybe it's money. That's always tight, and some weeks are easier than others. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm the one who worries about and/or keeps track of every damned thing there is to keep track of. A friend of mine and I were talking about that division of responsibilities that is part of being a couple. The husband takes care of the heavy lifting or dirty work, like yard work, and does some stuff around the house, but I handle all the bills, all the money, make sure we have everything we need house-wise, clothing-wise, grocery-wise, etc. Earlier the husband was grousing because I made him go with me to pick up the odds & ends we needed for the house and for his father's visit. Of course, we had just eaten and the store we needed to go to was in the same parking lot, but he just wants to bypass that and get back to his video games. So I try to ignore him and get the stuff we need, but I rush to try and placate him and then I forget things or get the wrong things. So that ain't working. I don't know what the answer is, but I feel like I am responsible for everything and if I don't take care of things, no one will. And that doesn't work for me, either. That whole "going on strike" thing that some women do would make me nuts. I can't have a house piled up with clothes, dishes, papers, and bullshit. I just can't do it.
And now I'm just rambling. I think someone around here needs a spa day or something. In case anyone is wondering, that would be ME!
My husband's father is coming to town tomorrow (he lives in Korea; he's not Korean, but his wife is) and staying for 2 weeks. He stayed with us the last time they were here 2 years ago and it was fine. I don't think that's stressing me out -- though the house could be a little cleaner, I just refuse to spend all my time cleaning while the husband is sitting on the couch playing video games with a friend (as he is right now). If he's not worried about it, why should I be? I think our house is cleaner than most, and it looks good so who gives a crap if it's not "Monica clean" (a Friends reference, if you don't know). Anyway, I'm done worrying about that -- though I got a new shower curtain liner tonight and it was the wrong damned size. Didn't even notice 'til I tried to put it on. Of course, this was AFTER I'd removed and tossed the previous liner. @#$%! Now I gotta go get another one of those tomorrow. And THAT, though it was my mistake, was due in part to the fact that my dear husband was rushing me through the store as I was trying to pick up some last-minute things. Gah!
My husband's sister is also coming to town tomorrow (she's living in TX right now with her boyfriend), and staying for a week, but they're not staying with us. I like her -- she's hard to pin down for more than a couple hours once every few months, but she's one of the few family members my husband is close to and I like her. Her boyfriend seems like a really nice guy, too, so they're nice to be around.
The paperwork is already piling up at work but it doesn't look like anything I can't deal with in one fell swoop -- just a few hours of digging in. I still have that promotion rush and I've spent most of the past 2 days working on my December newsletter, so that's all good.
The best friend's engagement party is a week from Saturday and I'm taking calls for RSVPs. Nothing I can't handle.
Oh yeah, and with the holidays coming up we have about a zillion people to consider -- where do we spend this holiday, or that holiday, and who are we going to piss off in the mean time? Well, we are going to my father's for Thanksgiving, and we are having my father and stepmother here for Christmas. I don't know yet when we will see my mother and her boyfriend, who live right here in town, but she's not much for orchestrating anything or even responding to invitations so I decided not to worry about it. We will probably just have them over for dinner sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas. My birthday falls between those holidays, as well, and I'm going to do whatever the hell I want, I can tell you that! I think I'm going to make it a 4-day birthday weekend just because.
As for the husband's parents, well, his father will be here tomorrow and he is flying out Thanksgiving Day. I don't know what he was thinking booking a flight for about 2 o'clock in the afternoon on Thanksgiving Day, but we will not be here. So either the husband's brother will have to take him to the airport, or he will have to take a cab -- which is kind of sad, but he's the one who booked his travel like that so I wash my hands of that. Then, of course, there is the husband's mother, who lives in town and wants to get everyone who is even remotely related together every few months even though everyone seems painfully uncomfortable when they are all together. The husband isn't concerned about getting together with them and I don't push him to do it anymore, particularly since I don't think my MIL cares for me all that much anyway. So actually, in its own weird way, that kind of works itself out. I'm not one of those people who thinks you have to spend time with people you are related to just because you are related to them. Luckily, the husband and I totally see eye to eye on that!
So what the hell am I stressed about? I know I'm busy, and we have a lot going on, but it doesn't seem like enough for body parts to be spontaneously spazzing out. I dunno. Maybe it's money. That's always tight, and some weeks are easier than others. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm the one who worries about and/or keeps track of every damned thing there is to keep track of. A friend of mine and I were talking about that division of responsibilities that is part of being a couple. The husband takes care of the heavy lifting or dirty work, like yard work, and does some stuff around the house, but I handle all the bills, all the money, make sure we have everything we need house-wise, clothing-wise, grocery-wise, etc. Earlier the husband was grousing because I made him go with me to pick up the odds & ends we needed for the house and for his father's visit. Of course, we had just eaten and the store we needed to go to was in the same parking lot, but he just wants to bypass that and get back to his video games. So I try to ignore him and get the stuff we need, but I rush to try and placate him and then I forget things or get the wrong things. So that ain't working. I don't know what the answer is, but I feel like I am responsible for everything and if I don't take care of things, no one will. And that doesn't work for me, either. That whole "going on strike" thing that some women do would make me nuts. I can't have a house piled up with clothes, dishes, papers, and bullshit. I just can't do it.
And now I'm just rambling. I think someone around here needs a spa day or something. In case anyone is wondering, that would be ME!
posted by PlatinumGirl at 9:21 PM
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Hang in there, kid!
Val: I'm hangin'.
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