Count to Ten and Exhale

Life is a series of ups and downs, but that emotional roller coaster is still far better than feeling like you’ve flat lined.  At least that’s what I keep telling myself.  Every single freaking time I feel like I finally have something figured out, and I’m headed in the right direction, the universe doubles over in sarcastic cosmic laughter.

Life in Georgia has been filled with packing and unpacking issues, new school drama, and learning to live near my inlaws.  I thought it would be easier than this because I truly love his family.  I’m trying to remember the biggest reason we made this move was because his parents needed us.  Just that fact in itself should have warned me it wouldn’t be easy.  Especially since the needs aren’t something sterile like financial need.  They aren’t well, and some of the people in their lives are taking advantage of their sweet nature and giant hearts.  Someone had to step in, and the husband decided that it should be us.  Yay me.

Would you like me to tell you how moving down here to support and befriend my upper class extremely conservative mother-in-law has changed my life?  Sure you would.  My days are filled with helping to host prayer luncheons and attending ladies’ teas and such.  I’m the grade parent for IzzyB’s class, and the parent the middle school thinks will attend every field trip with the thirteen year old. 

Translation:  I’m walking around this town looking and feeling like I have a stick shoved so far up my ass it’s gonna cause brain damage.  I didn’t even realize it had happened to me until a couple evenings ago when my new “best friend” called to let me know she’d volunteered me to buy a booth some kind of craft fair for her church!  HER CHURCH!  I don’t even attend her church!  Not to mention, now that my days are consumed by playing the role of Betsy Blue Blood, how the hell am I supposed to have time to knit something to sell at a freaking craft fair?!  I vaguely remember spitting out something along the lines of, “Get me all the specific information and get back to me because I won’t commit to something I’m not sure I can follow through with… blah blah blah….”  I’m not doing it.  Screw that.

I’m so tired I went to bed at 8:30pm last night.  Do you have any idea what it means for me to be in bed at 8:30pm?!  The world might possibly be ending.  Tribulation, apocalypse, armageddon, or whatever you wanta call it, be prepared.

I’m trying to behave and let everyone have their fun introducing me into this alternate universe I’ve found myself in, but I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend to be normal.  Every time I catch myself daydreaming about punching some blue haired know-it-all in the face, I remind myself I’ve taken on this role to help.  I just have to find a way to gradually ease my mother-in-law out of all her obligations so that she doesn’t feel like she’s getting too old and frail to keep going like this.  Oh wait… she IS!  Yeah she is, but I don’t have to make her feel it just yet.  This lifestyle is very important to her, and she deserves to be happy right now, even if it all makes me want to jump off the roof.  And there are days when I really really want to jump off this roof.

But not right now.  Right now I have to go hand feed the dog and give him is morning insulin shot.

Oh god I’ve died and gone to hell…

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