This past week has been a challenge on my husband and I, considering I never needed help in the past. I break down constantly because I'm not allowed to do anything. Our friends take rotating shifts to help out, hubby is working 70-90 hours a week to make up for two incomes, and I feel like crap. And to make matters worse, I feel awful asking him for food or water or whatever I need. He gets grumpy with me, and when I approach him about it, he says I'm looking into things too much. I read body language, faces, and tone of voice. All three of his fall right into the category, "annoyed and pissed off." I don't want the help, I want to be able to function on my own. I keep telling myself it's his job making him crabby, but the immediate emotional affect it has on me has been taking it's toll.
Thankfully on the 12th, my other MIL comes home from taking care of her sick mother. Oh yeah, I technically have 3 MILs. His biological who we will never ever hear from or know so she doesn't count, his adopted mom who is the one I've been dealing with forever, and the woman we call his 2nd momma who is finally coming home. I'm excited, because she is ready to help me out and won't let me say no. And she is the most excited about baby Madison. Hubby is going to have a problem though, because she is going to end up ripping him a new one. There's a lot not getting done here, and I'm not suppose to be doing any of it anymore (but I've tried). I'm still not going to be happy about someone taking care of me, but it's more consistency which will be nice.
Sorry for the ranting. Sometimes I just can't keep it all in, and our friends don't need to hear that he's being a "jerk." They have unfortunately and they're far from happy, but that's a whole other story.
Sarah & DH Alan
Our angel in heaven, DS Connor 10/2/09 to 10/5/09
Madison Lesh, arrived 12/2/14
Baby #3, arriving 1/12/16, fingers crossed
, 11 cats
and always rescuing more! RIP Momma Furby </3