Gilly Bean
Princess Spanky Pants
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Nothing to do with lit, everything to do with that bitch who gave birth to my husband.
Ignore this, since I have said it before, and will say it again.
I am so stressed out, it's not even funny. Right now, my back absolutly kills any time I so much as shift my weight, let alone stand up, walk around, bend over, pick anything up, roll around in bed, anything. It kills. Sends pain through my spine, and up to my shoulders. My leg joins at my hips hurt so bad, that standing up, I have to walk hunched over. My house has had all of half the living room packed. Some small furniture moved, and the kids outdoor stuff and our shed moved.
My mother in law has been stalling for 3 weeks on packing. Last week, on Monday, hubby and I went over there, and started to do it for her. She was REAL usful. What she did, was sit down on the couch, and watch us the entire time. Then, when I went to take pictures off the walls, she looked at me, and had the nerve to say, "I don't want those down yet!" I rolled my eyes and told her that I needed to clean the wallls. I took them down, and packed them for her. The way I was feeling, she is damn lucky I didn't break em in the process.
When I was cleaning out her daughter's shit from the closet in my son's bedroom, she sat on the bed, watching me, and smoking, half the time blowing smoke right at me while talking. We did alot of work, and some hauling that night.
The next day, we were doing the same. She was at work, and when hubby went over there to drop off some boxes (she owns a beauty shop which is located in the garage section of hubby's grandma's house, which is where she is moving, and conviently located 2 blocks away), she made a big deal in front of her co-worker, about how I was 9 months pregnant, and how I shouldn't be doing all this hard work, and that she would find a way to take time off, and get it done. Then, later that night, we get aphone call from her. Screeching. She was mad about how the pictures were done. She was feeling like we were pushing her out. She was ready to call it off, or sit in the house till the 16th. We need to be out of here on the 15th. I called her on it, and told her, "Fine, we will find somewhere else to live, and we hope you find someone to take over the house payments, since you can't afford it." She relented, andtold us it was fine to do SOME work on clearing out her house.
By some, she restricted the rooms we were allowed to touch. We were not allowed to pack her bedroom, her bathroom, her living room, or the kitchen. Because she needs all that stuff. On one trip, one of the first things we did, was move in this little couch made much like those little flip chairs. It is my daughters, who is HIGHLY allergic to ciggerette smoke. She gets really sick, and can't breath around it. Well, we had the couch stored away in an empty closet, to prevent it from getting smoke on it. The first night we went over to her place, to pack, she had dug it out, and had it placed on top of two packing crates, to make her own couch. She was sitting on it, smoking. I asked her nicely that night not to smoke on it. The next night, hubby asked. After that, I started pointedly taking her ashtreys, and placing them in her bedroom. Every day, they are back, usually one sitting ON the couch, and the other on the table next to it.
I have tried moving the couch, and filling the crates. She has gone so far as to EMPTY the crates, and get the couch back out. She has over there, an exersaucer style thing from when our son was an infant. The top part comes off, and you flip it upside down, and it's a table. Well, it has been a table for a while. One night, the kids were at it, coloring. It was the night I took apart her 'couch'. The next day, I got there early, around 10am. The couch was put back together. The table was oddly lopsided. I figured that she must have moved it down one notch for some reason. Didn't have a reason, but that's what I figured. Well, when I took it to straighten it, I noticed the side that was down, wasn't moving. At all. I looked, and the little pop button that pops into the slots when you move it, wasn't in the space it was supposed to be. It had been popped out, and was forcibly shoved down. My first guess, is that she tried to sit on that first. So, now, it has to be set at the lowest setting, which makes it useful for the new baby for all of maybe two months.
Last week, during the rant, she agreed to take this tuesday off, and she has sunday's off. The plan was that she would spend all day, both those days, packing. Sunday, hubby went over there to move the stuff she got packed, and I stayed here to pack. She wasn't home all day. She had gotten precisly two boxes packed. Her reasoning was that she had to go drive and look at the place they were buying for her to live in. (Her mother is buying a single wide trailer for her to put on the land behind her mothers house)
We skipped monday, and went over last night. We were hopeing she would have gotten alot of work done. Yesterday afternoon, Nick's grandma called, and mentioned that Sherry had come over that morning for coffee, and they talked for a while, but around 1 Sherry left to go shopping. We get over there last night, and suprise suprise, sherry wasn't there. I start looking around. Not a single box packed. We ran into her on our way out last night. She had a story all ready about how she had to work all day, and how it had been SO busy that she never even got to take a lunch break. I was SO mad when I heard that.
Now, we have until technically the 14th to be out. That's next friday. But, before that date, we need to have this place emptied, so we can get th carpets cleaned, and wash the walls down (kids love markers). That means, we should be out by monday, cause the carpets need time to dry, and I want to do the walls first. I have been packing here the last few days, but we are out of boxes, and I am literally out of patience. She still has her kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Her laundry room is still full of clothing.
The back bedroom got cleaned out entirly, and we cleaned the carpets. The bathroom attached had a cat living in it. When she got rid of the cat, she opened the bathroom door to air it out. The carpet and walls have now retained the smell of cat piss. I had to scrub the walls again last night, and put carpet cleaning foam down on the carpet. The bathroom, we used two air freshners, spray freshner, and sprayed the foam on it. We couldn't vacuum it because the carpet has ground in cat litter, and her vacuum refused to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, we realized that the vacuum filter was covered in about 5 years of dust and filth, the bag was full (and there were no new ones), and the tube you vacume up with was jammed completly full with pine needles. I mean so full that we tried shovving the handle of a toilet bowl brush down it, to clear it, and we couldn't budge the shit in it, and the handle only went in an inch. So, now we need to drag our vacuum out there, and we still need to clean the carpets in there.
Mean while, I keep pointing out to hubby that my back can not take the work, and that I have no energy left at night to pack our own shit, and that there is no way it's going to get all done this weekend, like it is supposed to, because she refuses to help. I told her on sunday that we only have the moving van friday and saturday. (We can get one any time we want, hubby has two at work, but she doesn't realize that) My master plan, was that she would decide we could move her stuff all completly out on Friday, and she would be out, leaving us saturday, and sunday to move in. No... what she said when I told her that was: "Well, we can start moving some on friday, but I have to work till 5, and can't get out early, so you are on yuor own doing it. We can probably get the rest moved saturday, and what ever is left on suday, we can have Nick's uncle come get in his truck. We should be able to be done with my stuff on sunday." I told her no, we have friday. We need to move our stuff, and there was no way we would pay for a truck if we could have this one for free on saturday. She bulked, and agreed that we could get more out on Friday if needbe, but she wouldn't move her clothes or microwave, or tv out till sunday. Why? Cause she needs to sleep there for two extra nights, to avoid being around her mother.
As I am writing this, the pain in my back has become a constant burning sensation near my spine, between my shoulder blades. Standing, walking, etc, isn't getting rid of it. My stress level is through the roof right now, I am short tempered with the kids, crying at the drop of a hat, and all hubby keeps saying is that we have to do it, cause if we don't she won't, and we need a place to live. I fail to see why it is that we need to do all the work on this place, and her place. I know, that place is going to be ours. That is the only reason I am working so hard at cleaning it too, because I know that if she won't pack, ain't no way she is cleaning all the orange nicotine off the walls, or the beer stains from the floors. Hubby just keeps agreeing with her to placate her, and to make things go smoother. In reality, what it does, is make her able to walk all over us even more, and I know damn well, we won't even get a thanks for it.
I tried explianing, yelling, screaming, and crying, and all hubby keeps saying is that we have to do it her way, or we won't be able to do it at all. Right now, I know this. What I also know, is that this move is GOING to end up like the last one. We are going to run out of time, and at the last minute, be packing everything in garbage bags, which I won't have the patience or time to unpack for 3 months, and that house will look just as bad as this one.
It was mentioned that we should hire a moving or cleaning service, or both. There are no moving services in town, and if there were we wouldn't be able to afford it. We had to scrap up enough money to be able to pay a house payment AND rent for the same month. Christmas is waiting this year, which is why I am glad that we are going to my aunt's, so she can spoil the kids, so they don't notice. There is one lady I know of nearby who will clean for $10 an hour. However, she just does basic cleaning. Mopping, vacuuming, dusting, etc. She doesn't do dishes, or laundry, or scrubbing, or carpet cleaning. Carpet cleaners are saying it would be around $100 per big room, about $70 for the small ones, so we are doing that ourselves too. In all this, she has never once offered to help, never once offered to pay for half the months payment, never offered to do the cleaning, just keeps making promises that she will get packed, and be out in time.
Right now, I hate her. I have never liked her persay, but now, I absolutly hate her. I don't want her near my kids, I don';t want her in my life, and I have to put up with her, all while saying nothing, until we are safely moved in, with her out.
Ignore this, since I have said it before, and will say it again.
I am so stressed out, it's not even funny. Right now, my back absolutly kills any time I so much as shift my weight, let alone stand up, walk around, bend over, pick anything up, roll around in bed, anything. It kills. Sends pain through my spine, and up to my shoulders. My leg joins at my hips hurt so bad, that standing up, I have to walk hunched over. My house has had all of half the living room packed. Some small furniture moved, and the kids outdoor stuff and our shed moved.
My mother in law has been stalling for 3 weeks on packing. Last week, on Monday, hubby and I went over there, and started to do it for her. She was REAL usful. What she did, was sit down on the couch, and watch us the entire time. Then, when I went to take pictures off the walls, she looked at me, and had the nerve to say, "I don't want those down yet!" I rolled my eyes and told her that I needed to clean the wallls. I took them down, and packed them for her. The way I was feeling, she is damn lucky I didn't break em in the process.
When I was cleaning out her daughter's shit from the closet in my son's bedroom, she sat on the bed, watching me, and smoking, half the time blowing smoke right at me while talking. We did alot of work, and some hauling that night.
The next day, we were doing the same. She was at work, and when hubby went over there to drop off some boxes (she owns a beauty shop which is located in the garage section of hubby's grandma's house, which is where she is moving, and conviently located 2 blocks away), she made a big deal in front of her co-worker, about how I was 9 months pregnant, and how I shouldn't be doing all this hard work, and that she would find a way to take time off, and get it done. Then, later that night, we get aphone call from her. Screeching. She was mad about how the pictures were done. She was feeling like we were pushing her out. She was ready to call it off, or sit in the house till the 16th. We need to be out of here on the 15th. I called her on it, and told her, "Fine, we will find somewhere else to live, and we hope you find someone to take over the house payments, since you can't afford it." She relented, andtold us it was fine to do SOME work on clearing out her house.
By some, she restricted the rooms we were allowed to touch. We were not allowed to pack her bedroom, her bathroom, her living room, or the kitchen. Because she needs all that stuff. On one trip, one of the first things we did, was move in this little couch made much like those little flip chairs. It is my daughters, who is HIGHLY allergic to ciggerette smoke. She gets really sick, and can't breath around it. Well, we had the couch stored away in an empty closet, to prevent it from getting smoke on it. The first night we went over to her place, to pack, she had dug it out, and had it placed on top of two packing crates, to make her own couch. She was sitting on it, smoking. I asked her nicely that night not to smoke on it. The next night, hubby asked. After that, I started pointedly taking her ashtreys, and placing them in her bedroom. Every day, they are back, usually one sitting ON the couch, and the other on the table next to it.
I have tried moving the couch, and filling the crates. She has gone so far as to EMPTY the crates, and get the couch back out. She has over there, an exersaucer style thing from when our son was an infant. The top part comes off, and you flip it upside down, and it's a table. Well, it has been a table for a while. One night, the kids were at it, coloring. It was the night I took apart her 'couch'. The next day, I got there early, around 10am. The couch was put back together. The table was oddly lopsided. I figured that she must have moved it down one notch for some reason. Didn't have a reason, but that's what I figured. Well, when I took it to straighten it, I noticed the side that was down, wasn't moving. At all. I looked, and the little pop button that pops into the slots when you move it, wasn't in the space it was supposed to be. It had been popped out, and was forcibly shoved down. My first guess, is that she tried to sit on that first. So, now, it has to be set at the lowest setting, which makes it useful for the new baby for all of maybe two months.
Last week, during the rant, she agreed to take this tuesday off, and she has sunday's off. The plan was that she would spend all day, both those days, packing. Sunday, hubby went over there to move the stuff she got packed, and I stayed here to pack. She wasn't home all day. She had gotten precisly two boxes packed. Her reasoning was that she had to go drive and look at the place they were buying for her to live in. (Her mother is buying a single wide trailer for her to put on the land behind her mothers house)
We skipped monday, and went over last night. We were hopeing she would have gotten alot of work done. Yesterday afternoon, Nick's grandma called, and mentioned that Sherry had come over that morning for coffee, and they talked for a while, but around 1 Sherry left to go shopping. We get over there last night, and suprise suprise, sherry wasn't there. I start looking around. Not a single box packed. We ran into her on our way out last night. She had a story all ready about how she had to work all day, and how it had been SO busy that she never even got to take a lunch break. I was SO mad when I heard that.
Now, we have until technically the 14th to be out. That's next friday. But, before that date, we need to have this place emptied, so we can get th carpets cleaned, and wash the walls down (kids love markers). That means, we should be out by monday, cause the carpets need time to dry, and I want to do the walls first. I have been packing here the last few days, but we are out of boxes, and I am literally out of patience. She still has her kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Her laundry room is still full of clothing.
The back bedroom got cleaned out entirly, and we cleaned the carpets. The bathroom attached had a cat living in it. When she got rid of the cat, she opened the bathroom door to air it out. The carpet and walls have now retained the smell of cat piss. I had to scrub the walls again last night, and put carpet cleaning foam down on the carpet. The bathroom, we used two air freshners, spray freshner, and sprayed the foam on it. We couldn't vacuum it because the carpet has ground in cat litter, and her vacuum refused to pick it up. Upon closer inspection, we realized that the vacuum filter was covered in about 5 years of dust and filth, the bag was full (and there were no new ones), and the tube you vacume up with was jammed completly full with pine needles. I mean so full that we tried shovving the handle of a toilet bowl brush down it, to clear it, and we couldn't budge the shit in it, and the handle only went in an inch. So, now we need to drag our vacuum out there, and we still need to clean the carpets in there.
Mean while, I keep pointing out to hubby that my back can not take the work, and that I have no energy left at night to pack our own shit, and that there is no way it's going to get all done this weekend, like it is supposed to, because she refuses to help. I told her on sunday that we only have the moving van friday and saturday. (We can get one any time we want, hubby has two at work, but she doesn't realize that) My master plan, was that she would decide we could move her stuff all completly out on Friday, and she would be out, leaving us saturday, and sunday to move in. No... what she said when I told her that was: "Well, we can start moving some on friday, but I have to work till 5, and can't get out early, so you are on yuor own doing it. We can probably get the rest moved saturday, and what ever is left on suday, we can have Nick's uncle come get in his truck. We should be able to be done with my stuff on sunday." I told her no, we have friday. We need to move our stuff, and there was no way we would pay for a truck if we could have this one for free on saturday. She bulked, and agreed that we could get more out on Friday if needbe, but she wouldn't move her clothes or microwave, or tv out till sunday. Why? Cause she needs to sleep there for two extra nights, to avoid being around her mother.
As I am writing this, the pain in my back has become a constant burning sensation near my spine, between my shoulder blades. Standing, walking, etc, isn't getting rid of it. My stress level is through the roof right now, I am short tempered with the kids, crying at the drop of a hat, and all hubby keeps saying is that we have to do it, cause if we don't she won't, and we need a place to live. I fail to see why it is that we need to do all the work on this place, and her place. I know, that place is going to be ours. That is the only reason I am working so hard at cleaning it too, because I know that if she won't pack, ain't no way she is cleaning all the orange nicotine off the walls, or the beer stains from the floors. Hubby just keeps agreeing with her to placate her, and to make things go smoother. In reality, what it does, is make her able to walk all over us even more, and I know damn well, we won't even get a thanks for it.
I tried explianing, yelling, screaming, and crying, and all hubby keeps saying is that we have to do it her way, or we won't be able to do it at all. Right now, I know this. What I also know, is that this move is GOING to end up like the last one. We are going to run out of time, and at the last minute, be packing everything in garbage bags, which I won't have the patience or time to unpack for 3 months, and that house will look just as bad as this one.
It was mentioned that we should hire a moving or cleaning service, or both. There are no moving services in town, and if there were we wouldn't be able to afford it. We had to scrap up enough money to be able to pay a house payment AND rent for the same month. Christmas is waiting this year, which is why I am glad that we are going to my aunt's, so she can spoil the kids, so they don't notice. There is one lady I know of nearby who will clean for $10 an hour. However, she just does basic cleaning. Mopping, vacuuming, dusting, etc. She doesn't do dishes, or laundry, or scrubbing, or carpet cleaning. Carpet cleaners are saying it would be around $100 per big room, about $70 for the small ones, so we are doing that ourselves too. In all this, she has never once offered to help, never once offered to pay for half the months payment, never offered to do the cleaning, just keeps making promises that she will get packed, and be out in time.
Right now, I hate her. I have never liked her persay, but now, I absolutly hate her. I don't want her near my kids, I don';t want her in my life, and I have to put up with her, all while saying nothing, until we are safely moved in, with her out.
