I Do Love Her, I Do.

I survived four days under one roof with my MIL, FIL and my mother.
More on that when I find sanity.

My friend sanity has left for vacation.
Only one week left and I don’t know that I’ll make it.

EVERY little thing she does is driving me to scream. I can’t believe I made it this long. It is amazing what the human brain is capable of.

Her cute/annoying tendencies are always exacerbated when her husband is around. I am under tremendous pressure with work and the fact that I had to take off three days to entertain does not alleviate work loads, nor stress.

The minute I walk in the door she’s telling me, in detail, what she washed. That’s great, do you want applause? Then she asks me to do some laundry while they are gone. Ummm did you not notice my absence the last, oh 12 hours? Its called work, too, ya know.

Then she proceeds to tell me that I have to pack my husband’s suit case for the vacation they are going on while I stay here and work.

She then proceeds to tell me what I will be eating the next three days. It is in one way out of love that they are concerned about my well-being while they are gone. Truth be told, she is more concerned that food will be wasted. These thoughts consume her; it’s quite sad in so many ways.

I throw trash away and she pulls it out (cat poop as a matter of fact) and tells me that I am throwing the trash wrong.

I seriously have visions of running far away and of gauging my eyes out. I had to literally bite my tongue in a meeting today because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would start screaming and never stop. I am sick. Let’s hope this is temporary delirium.

Exhausted

Void and deplete.
Deflated in defeat.
Is this it? Am I complete?