...otherwise I'd be an alcoholic.
Before I start today's rant (I'm ranty-girl lately, huh?), I wanted to say thank you for all the nice comments on yesterday's post. You guys are great. I really appreciate it.
Now. Yet another diatribe:
Honest to god, my mother is going to drive me into the loony bin.
My son, A, is a senior in high school. He's heavily involved in drama and the music department and they are putting on Footloose next Friday and Saturday night. A has a good-sized part in it - not the lead, but the lead's best friend. Going by the amount of rehearsals these kids are putting in, it's going to be a good show.
So I called my mother to see if she could watch The Boo on Friday and go to the show on Saturday. TCBIM is working and we need the money, so he can't do it. And my sister wants to charge me $30. Um, no. You're 35 years old and I've asked you to babysit exactly ONCE, so no, I won't be paying you.
My mother said no. Said she wants to go to the show on Friday, since she can't go on Saturday. She said "Well, I guess you can't go, then."
Is it just me? Seriously. Am I insane to be making such a big deal out of this? Because I've been sitting at my desk crying about it for half an hour now. This is A's last thing in high school. I want to go. I don't get to see him that often because he lives with his dad (another story for another time), although we talk on the phone a lot. And I want to see this.
In desperation, I emailed a friend of mine. We share a daycare provider and she also has a CWD and a kick ass babysitter. She's going to give me the babysitter's name and also offered to watch The Boo for me if the babysitter was busy. She's such a nice woman (and she's blonde, tiny and adorable, too *sigh*).
Why can't my family be a bit more like that? I don't ask for a lot - I'm not out gallivanting all the time; TCBIM and I never go anywhere without the kids. Until last Friday, when we went to that concert, I don't think we'd been out alone in 5 or 6 months, at least.
I'm just so frustrated by them. And I hate that they make me cry. I hate crying.