Current Mood : Sharp and bitter.
After all that in just one weekend, my poor Beloved Hubby had to go back to work today. At least it was only six hours in the Shop, but his hands were raw and his back was tired before he began. I tried to make him laugh by remarking that, after digging through all Uncle and BIL's stuff all weekend, I had no real interest in any yard sales or Spring Cleaning junk piles. I even skipped the Flea Market, not that I had any real choice. We were simply too busy, dusk to dawn, to go.
But I had some fun today, showing Dearest Son how a Swiffer Wet Jet works, putting a couple bags of new-to-us cleaning supplies and groceries away, and sorting which office supplies would stay, which would get donated to Dearest's former school. I also found a few things that would better serve Friend, so I boxed those up for him - Beloved dropped those off when he picked up Friend to help.
Unfortunately, today was not without drama. It's too tiresome to get into, but it involves a family member who isn't me or Dearest ripping Beloved's then-working MP3 player out of the boombox it was attached to and throwing it on the Shop floor. I've about had it. We devoted all weekend to digging family out of the situation they'd squarely put themselves into. Now we gotta deal with this ? I learned late yesterday that BIL was *not* OK with Friend and me taking Uncle's leftover groceries and cleaning supplies - he thought they were all going with him. I so deeply regretted any miscommunication between BIL and Uncle that I gladly offered to dump the whole perishing mess at his garage door this morning, but he backed off. Probably due to his sense that Beloved couldn't protect him from me, and I was rapidly developing a real mood. Still, it was upsetting to me, and felt really petty all the way around. I felt kinda scavenging to take that stuff in the first place, but to find out that the scraps we did take were debated over... aarrrrgh !
Truly, I've already beyond my tolerance limits, I haven't described half of what really went on this weekend, and I am not getting involved in a whine-and-cheeze-fest over who Beloved employs or a half-bottle of dish detergent. And I really pity anyone who tries to bring it to us in the fierce mood I'm in.
Sorry, ya'll. I'm too tired and cheesed to hunt for cheery photos, and I'm firmly in an 'I hate people' mood. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow - since it doesn't involve anyone but Dearest and Beloved. Or, at least, it had better not.
I keep debating if I should post this or not, since it's not my usual cheery fare. Heck, I've written six pages in my personal journal, where it's all laid out, and that should be enough for me. And I know full well this thing is visible to any and all of the parties involved. Usually I'd censor since I don't wanna hurt anyone, but right now, I'm simply beyond caring. Our feelings and plans have been trod on for days, and the whole thing has cost us time, money, and truck damage, which nobody seems to care about. Hey, it's not their problem we're broke and the truck's damaged - it was our choice to be there, right ?! While verbal revenge here is not my purpose, it still feels blasted good to have my say where someone besides me might actually read it. It feels amazingly good to not have to care about everyone else's feelings for a little while.
And if anyone wants to debate a single event in here, I say, "Bring it on. I've been tearing through chaff all weekend, and I'll gladly sink my fangs into some meat !".
*&^%, I'm in a mood....
