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In the last seven days I have conducted two rehearsals, officiated three weddings, written and delivered a sermon, made hospital visitation rounds, celebrated a holiday, hosted my in-laws for a week, undecorated the house for Christmas and bought a car. The latter being the most emotionally, psychologically and physically wrenching of the list.
I have had weird nasal congestion since Thanksgiving that escalated into a full-blown vicious cold right after Christmas. No biggie, one of life's minor annoyances, that's all. I know my body and as of two days ago I am convinced I now have a sinus infection. Again, no biggie. Modern medical science rendering this hardly life threatening though I don't think I'll have time to see a doctor until next Tuesday.
So why am I bitching?
No one gives a shit when it is a woman who is sick.
My in-laws have not met a newspaper they can forgo reading or a coffee cup that doesn't need filling. Yet no one else in this house can find the recycle bin or the dish washer??? Come on, my husband, their son, has lived here for exactly the same length of time I have. I know he knows where these things are.
I came back from six straight hours out of the house on Sunday to find that my husband couldn't even take two minutes out of visiting with his folks to bring in the laundry from the rain! He has never once come back from work with the house looking the way it did when I returned Sunday evening.
I am apparently the only one with the physical capability of getting our four year old to bed. Does this child just not sleep when I am out of town? Geez, maybe I'd like to sit down and watch the start of the Georgia game without a bunch of not so subtle instructions to go put the kid to bed while the rest of you settle down in front of the game.
Okay, here's the topper. My sister's mother-in-law just showed up at the door with my nephew because he wanted to play with his cousins for awhile. She is met at the door by a woman who is still in her pajamas at 10:30 in the morning with a bright red swollen nose and bleary eyes. I don't know about you, but my response would have been one of two things.
1. Sorry sweetie, your aunt isn't feeling well. Let's go back home.
or more likely
2. Oh honey, let me get the kids out of the house for you so you can go lie down for awhile. Get your shoes boys, we're all going back over to your cousin's house so mommy can get some rest.
Nope, the boys are here and sister's mother-in-law is getting some peace and quiet back at my sister's house.
What is with these women betraying the sisterhood? Methinks they were conditioned and socialized too well.
Pushover much? Anyone who knows me even slightly knows I am hardly the weak type. Strong and assertive scratch the surface. You'd think the ability to walk all over me would be a sign to those who know and love me best that I am NOT WELL!
I think my husband finally got it last night though. He didn't even dare get pissy about not having been laid in 2008 yet. I think he figured out that if he pulled that crap for the second night in a row he'd soon be feeling something worse than a sore swollen nose.
Thank you for letting me rant. Off to shower to go officiate another wedding. Tis the season!
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