Recently, together, we decided our Xmas holiday MS visitation schedule. We arrive there Xmas Eve Day and depart laaaate Christmas night, so we can come home and enjoy an entire weekend before going back to work.

So, he gets on the horn with his mom and she expresses a tiny disappointment with our timing, so he makes adjustments to the schedule without me. I was informed of it later and I guess he assumed that I would be fine with it? No no no no no!

He told me that he thought it rude that we were going to be so ‘touch & go’ and that if I wanted to break the ‘bad news’ to his mom, go ahead. I told him that he surely did not think this until he talked with his mother, that we were content with our agreement. Too, I told him that he was mean for making me be the bearer of bad news. I also told him that I wasn’t trying to be rude to his mom, but that I value my time and would like to enjoy *SOME* quiet time this holiday season AND that I thought he wanted the same. Also, we were unable to find a cat sitter, so we had obligations to return home sooner than later.

We’re back to our intended schedule, but only after I had to raise hell, which is not fair in itself.

Being half of a duo = hardest thing ever

I did not know that you can get too stoned to watch television. (Or to wear clothes.) It’s true! So, I laid still on the couch, eyes tightly closed. Cat #1 (of 2) lay nearby & was a comfort, but I could hear the awfully loud crunch crunch crunch of a cat eating vittles right in my ear. Someway, somehow my brain sorted all of the noise in my little world and focused on Cat #2 eating food. He was outside! What? It was too much for me to bear, so I shouted at him to eat more quietly, please! Shit!

I figure the best thing I can do is to go to bed to sleep it off. The few extra hours will totally take care of this mess for sure. Right? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I woke up just as stoned, as if I took a few bong rips right away. So, yeah, I basically spent my morning at work paranoid, slow, and probably mouth-breathing. I couldn’t look at ANYBODY. Thankfully we didn’t get too many phone calls.

Can’t wait to do that again!

Then, as we are wont to do, my getting pissed about the junk food morphed into a much larger argument about stress, the holidays, finances, etc etc ad nauseum.  Basically I’m living with a preservative-filled Scrooge.  Lucky me!

Thanksgiving is already a certain level of stressful, the kind that I’m accustomed to; this will definitely send it off the charts.  Too, they’re weird.  Religious weird.

I know I’m probably acting as a lightning rod for a worse case scenario, but I’m hoping that expecting the worst will work in my favor.

One sure-fire cure for weeks of whiny, bitchy, passive-aggressive, weepy, pouty interactions with your partner?  How about all-night, surprised-we-didn’t-wake-the-neighbors, how-can-the-pets-look-us-in-the-eye-this-morning exhilarating sex?  The kind that you don’t even think is even possible at first, you’re both so tired and skittish around each other (due to the previous week’s snide comments and defensive remarks)..but then around 2am something happens and someone makes the first move, and it’s the absolute right move.  And we all know – right moves beget righter moves.  Talk about a release!

This morning I half-expected all the animated birds and woodland creatures to come to the window, singing in harmonic glee and assisting with the day’s chores.  That’s how 180 degree and glorious this morning was.

Yesterday morning, the day after moving day, my sister & cousin came over to the new house and scooped me up for breakfast.  From there, we did a little retail therapy. It was fun! After that, though, I had to spend the day cleaning the old house & moving the last few things out. My sister GOT MAD AT ME. She did that thing where it’s obvious she is upset, so you ask, “What’s wrong?”  and she responds huffily & puffily”NOTHING.”  Eventually I coax it out of her. And she’s mad because I can’t hang out.  I guess she feels that hosting is equivalent to baby sitting and that she has better things to do?  I do not know, but that’s the impression I got: that my cousin was a burden and that it is my duty to take some of the weight off.  Which is shitty!  Our cousin rocks!  He’s so sweet and easy and totally not a burden.  He’s great company.

Anyway.  So, I says to her, “I hope you understand that I have things I MUST do today & I can’t really hang out.” She snaps back, “Don’t talk to me like I can’t fathom your situation, blah blah blah.  I am allowed to have these feelings blah blah blah.”

What?

Thankfully, my lovely cousin understood. The only person with these “feelings” was my sister. She is still not speaking to me. I don’t get it. But, all I can say is “Fuck that!”

Girl needs to check herself!

By the way, this all occured on my birthday.

• “I just threw up a little in my mouth” – gross.  Just stop.  Either something makes you want to puke or it doesn’t…the puking doesn’t change.