Gilathief (gilathief) wrote,

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Worst Weekend Ever

I hate to be a bundle of negativity, which I have been lately, but things are just going very badly for me, here's a brief breakdown of how I had the Worst Weekend Ever:

9:00pm After balling my eyes out (at work) my husband picks me up. We don't get to stop by the house and change or let the dogs out.
10:00pm We finally get a table at the restaurant to have the company dinner with his co-workers. Me=tired. Husband=not eating.
10:55pm We politely duck out early to go let his parents dog outside so we can be on our way home.
11:15pm Arrive at his parents, let the dog out. He is complaining he doesn't feel well and wants to lie down.
11:30pm He is shaking and shivering. I try to comfort him, but he shoos me out of the way so he can get to the bathroom pronto, where he proceeds to projectile vomit all over.
11:31pm I call his brother to ask if he can bring over some Pepto or something since I cannot find anything for upset stomach in the house.
11:50 Brother-in-law arrives with requested stomache medicine. Brother-in-law's girlfriend, who used to work at a pharmacy and volunteered as an EMS, checks on my husband he's even worse with erratic heartbeat, low pulse and a fever of almost 102 degrees.
11:55pm Call husband's grandfather who used to be a doctor. Explain the situation ask if he'd mind taking a look at him.

12:05am Successfully get husband bundled and puke free enough to go to his grandfather's.
12:15am Arrive at grandfather's, he is sitting up waiting for us. Looks him over and proclaims that it is some sort of flu virus. Recommends Coca-Cola, aspirin, and rest. I leave my husband there is his capable hands.
12:30am Brother-in-law and girlfriend offer to take me to my house to let the dogs out (since they have been in the house since 7:30am) and pick up clothes for my husband on the off chance that he can go to work the following day.
2:45am Return to my mother-in-law and father-in-law's house so that I can try and find a ride to my aunt's house the next day to go help my mom. (OY!)
3:45am Brother-in-law and girlfriend leave. I make one final call to my husband's parents who are in flight en route home from Vegas to update them. Tell them to call me when they get to their connecting flight. Fail to be able to set their alarm clock because the numbers have worn off. So I wake up every few minutes to make sure I don't oversleep.
6:15am Get up and call husband's parents and my grandmother, she says she will be by to take me to my aunt's house.
6:20am Up and dressed, I feed the in-laws' dog and let her out. Call hubby to let him know I am heading to my mom's and that clothes are at his parents, remind him to call in sick to work. He sounds horrible still, but says his fever is gone.
7:45am My grandmother finally arrives but we have to stop and get gas. We do, and run into problems because her gas gauge is messed up, end up losing $3.00 because I don't have time to go get it back, both my aunt and my mom are calling to rush me.
8:15am Arrive at aunt's... we leave right away stopping at Mickey D's (yuck!) for breakfast I run in and pay for breakfast on my debit card.
9:30am Arrive at mom's explain we need to work on packing and stuff instead of bitching, she proceeds to do just the opposite. I am the only one doing any work.
2:15pm Her housemate's family arrives, argument ensues, I have to physically restrain my mother and interject every few minutes so she doesn't verbally harass them. I continue to play moderator, attempt to pack, and help them to find her housemate's belongings while she rants and raves.
6:20pm After a very stressful afternoon, aunt and I finally leave (we were supposed to leave by five since she can't see to drive in the dark. It starts to pour. My poor aunt is creeping down the interstate asking me of all people to help her navigate. I do my best and we finally make it home around 8:15pm.
8:25pm Husband and father-in-law arrive to pick me up. Husband is still not looking well...
8:45pm Arrive at in-laws. Hear ad nauseum about their trip to Vegas. I am cold, sleepy, and filthy. Need shower and sleep. Try hard to bite my tongue and encourage my husband of our need to go home.
9:35pm Arrive home, finally! Let the dogs out, take a hot shower and throw clothes directly in the washer because they are covered in smoke and dust. Proceed to cough up black crap from whatever was in the air at mom's.
11:00pm Hubby and I try to get some sleep. Since he is sick I take the guest bed. Dogs keep me awake until I finally decided around 2:00am to return to our bed.

2:15am Dogs continue to be nuisance. I know they want to play, but I am exhausted. Get up and close them out of the bedroom. Wake up many times during the night.
9:00am Get up and start cleaning a little/getting things together for mom. Proceed to argue with her on the phone.
11:45am Take her crap to her, tell her that I'm not listening to her bitch because I HAVE to go home to clean, study, spend time with the dogs, etc.
2:00pm Finally get home to do stuff. Am so exhausted I have to nap first.
4:00pm Awake from nap feeling like crap.
5:00pm Clean house and study. Field calls from family asking about the situation.
8:00pm Mom calls to bitch again. I tell her I don't have time for it.
9:00pm Sit down to watch Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. (Only bright spot in my weekend).
11:00pm Convince husband to help me with minimal cleaning
12:00am Finally collapse in bed.

These are just the big things I can remember ... most other stuff is a blur.
Tags: bad moods, family, personal

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