i feel like I’m in an alternative universe than some other people. Just want to shrug and say huh?
Your inability to recall is just another signal of your ineptness. Fact checkers have proven you wrong
Barely even noon and my brain can’t deal with all these news alerts.
Just one day is all i want. Just 1 break.
I cannot even express how upsetting this is because you tried so hard.
It would have made all the difference if you had not been pulled into this decision.
Now I get to figure out the mess.
When you parents say you won’t help with the carpool or the judging or any other freaking minor request because you’re into sports and not debate, the message you are sending to your daughters is that their activities–and by extension, they–are not important to you. Your daughters are trying to stretch and grow in new ways, taking risks that you wouldn’t dream of, and you can’t get off the freaking coach for one Saturday to drive the darn carpool. How are we supposed to raise strong women if their fathers act like this? Man up, chumps!
I can’t even imagine how you are dealing with the hand the universe has been handing you lately.
Dear 2018, I hope you are a better year than 2017. I always felt like a glass half full person until this year…
The Crucible is relevant again.
1984 is relevant again.
Where do I begin.
A week ago, I complained on this very forum about my MIL’s horrible cooking, her poor timing (insinuating she was wasting my time) and my dislike of the Thanksgiving holiday. To my surprise, and secret delight, MIL declared a week ago today that she was feeling too ill to cook. That was a shock because she LOVES this holiday, and has been feeling terrific the past few months. But I was also annoyed because it meant I had to go out during Thanksgiving rush and buy entire meal prep to cook myself at last minute.
That night, she was feeling so ill she went to her local ER. In the middle of the night, she was transferred to major medical center in the city. On Thanksgiving day, we were told she was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer and possibly had just a short time to live. But by Friday, the prognosis was better and she had at least 6-8 months, and would go home for home hospice, and my son did not need to fly home immediately to see her. On Saturday, her condition was more worrisome, and we were talking about residential hospice. We still told my son not to come home, as she had some time, and he is coming home for Christmas, and anyway, it was impossible to find flights on Thanksgiving weekend. On Sunday, as they prepared to move her to hospice, my amazing daughter, there at the hospital with her, could see that her condition had worsened considerably. She became her grandma’s patient advocate and insisted on canceling the hospice transport, because my MIL had made it crystal clear that she did NOT want to be moved, was ready to leave this earth, and wanted to die as soon as possible and in that very bed, and my D was sure she would not survive the ambulance transport. D also made sure her grandma had one final phone call with my son.
Early Monday morning, a week to the day she was excitedly preparing her Thanksgiving feast (barely edible, yet her favorite thing to do in the world), she died. She didn’t get to see her beloved grandson after all. She leaves behind a spouse with Alzheimer’s she has been caring for for years AND a 60-yr old severely impaired daughter, my H’s sibling, who does not communicate, is diapered and fed and has been taken care of this way by her mother for 60 years. You can imagine the repercussions of my MIL’s passing.
And today, we discover her wedding ring is missing from her finger. Sometime between the time of her death, when she was wearing it, and the transport to the funeral home, the cherished wedding ring is gone. My other sister-in-law is understandably devastated. Are you kidding me??
Can this be real? And do I feel like the most horrible person in the world for complaining about her Thanksgiving enthusiasm just one week ago? This wonderful, selfless person who did nothing but take care of other people her entire life? Ugh, I just can’t even believe this.
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It is amazing how other people’s corporate goals become my pain in the butt this time of the year. Bring it on, folks! 
Now I am worrying - please talk to me - it will make us both feel better.
Emailing me repeatedly after work hours today to request access to the building late tomorrow afternoon, knowing the office is closed and we won’t be there, is not acceptable. You had the opportunity to request that access on the event planning form we asked you to complete two weeks ago. Even if you had mentioned it at the board meeting last night, someone probably could have arranged to be there with a key. This is EXACTLY why we ask for the form that you and your co-chair so bitterly complained about. And it’s not the first time you two have pulled this kid of cr*p.
Your lack of planning doesn’t constitute an emergency on my part. I am not bailing you out of your problem. You’ll have to find someone with a key who is willing to drive over to let you in the building and lock up when you are done. Tomorrow is my day off and I will be doing other things. I will respond to your email on Friday when I am in the office.
While my son notes the irony of my workaholic DH saying I should ignore your unreasonable after-hours requests, DH also wisely notes that he is paid more than a fair wage to be accessible at odd hours. True that – and in my prior career I did the same thing. Y’all seem to take it for granted that I will maintain your website, manage/update the database and create reports and data extracts, fundraise, write/design all communications pieces (web, mass emails and in-house print), do all the work the director can’t figure out how to do, and supervise work for two other people – all for minimum wage and in 15 hours a week. The intangible parts of the job that I find fulfilling are evaporating rather quickly, too.
I think I need to find the courage to quit – but it’s hard to walk out on one’s spiritual home, especially knowing that there is noone else who can step up.
Funny thing, when the $$ were coming out of other peoples pockets it was all fine and dandy because it was for the greater good. Now that the $$ might be coming out of YOUR pocket it’s clear that it can’t possibly be for the greater good.
If I’m judgmental and critical, ok - I can own it.
At 55 years old you should know better than to be having an affair with a married man, and your should know better than to be texting all through dinner, unless it’s an “emergency”/very specific reason.
I feel ok about calling that relationship nothing more than superficial.
Sometimes prayers really are answered. Thank you.
Praying for clarity , peace and comfort for all of our kids trying desperately hard to get through this semester .
OK, so you sent another email tonight contradicting the instructions we agreed upon Wednesday (and which I have already completed because for some funny reason, there are many things I have to accomplish tomorrow at the synagogue before sundown…). You’ll hear from me tomorrow…and it won’t be pretty.
Beyond infuriating…I will never visit that city again, or support any business connected to it.