Here are a few highlights from the week from hell:
aWithin 24 hours of their arrival, we had experienced yelling, crying, whining, arguing, and frustration beyond measure.
aBy last Sunday afternoon, I was so frustrated that I insisted W take N to a park to give me a bit of a break.
aHad the worst times over the house key. I left it with W during the day while I was at work so he and N could come and go throughout the day. W made very little effort to accomodate my schedule at all so I didn't get to go home for lunch like I normally do until I had such a fit on Wednesday evening about it that he made sure to be home at lunchtime on Thursday and Friday.
aAlthough I understand people like to sleep in when they are on vacation, I still had to get up and get ready for work each weekday morning. Given that it is a one room house it is just impossible to be quiet enough to not disturb everyone. I can only shower as quietly as the shower allows. I cannot be totally silent when making my breakfast. Due to the lack of space, I cannot help jostling the bed slightly as I squeeze by when the sofa bed is folded out. Shame on me. Shame, shame, shame for disturbing other people's vacation by going out and earning a living. God forbid.
aI only had peach jam, no strawberry jam, on hand. The reason that I keep peach jam is because I like peach jam, and I live alone so I buy what I like. Apparently only the meanest mom in the world wouldn't run out and buy strawberry jam so that a small amount could be used during the week that N is here, and then left behind. Okay, well, guess I'm the meanest mom in the world.
aLast week reaffirmed for me just how much W is happy with the status quo. He doesn't want to change, doesn't want to work on making things better. His focus is on me becoming happy with the way things are. I just don't think I can be happy the way things are.
It's late. I need to get to bed. More later.