As I said in this post, I knew my birthday would be forgotten.
I didn’t get a phone call or anything from my dad. I got a “happy birthday” from one sibling, one cousin, and one aunt. Nothing from the rest of my family.
From Finn’s family, I got a generic “happy birthday” from his mom. While SIL got “happy birthday. We’re so happy to have you as a daughter.” Now, she’s a daughter-in-law as well.
And that was AFTER I’d made a post thanking everyone for the birthday wishes. Which, Finn’s brother commented on. Yay? The only reason I wasn’t forgotten was because I reminded them.
As of now, I’m dead set on not going up there for Christmas. Finn can go if he wants, but I refuse to subject myself to the blatant favoritism anymore. Nope. Not doing it. I’d rather sit at home alone than go up there and feel as though I’m an outsider on what is already an emotional holiday for me.
For ear infections. Oh joy.
I sit here with a peice of cotton shoved in my ear to hold in my Rx steroid ear drops and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in.
Same shit, different year. This time last year my ear infection was so bad my ear canal was nearly swollen shut. I’m playing it by ear (ha!), to see if things are going to right themselves or if I have another visit to urgent care in my future. Ibuprofin, allergy pills, ear drops, and benadryl at bedtime is my current protocol. I’m hoping things will right themselves so I don’t end up needing yet another round of antibiotics.
Murphy’s Law (anything that can go wrong, does go wrong) hit around here yesterday. I woke up to a text from OS, after having not spoken to her since late August. I didn’t reply. I didn’t, and still don’t want or need to deal with the stress she brings. Z woke up with a stomach bug that was trying to vacate from both ends, meanwhile our plumbing was backing up.
Since MIL had surgery in late September, her immune system has been down. If she gets so much as the common cold, she could be hospitalized.
Well, a sick kid was my out.
Finn didn’t want to leave us home alone, with Z being sick on top of the plumbing problems, so that was his out. He spent the day under the trailer cutting roots (a root system in the line is what caused the backup) and repairing lines.
It was not a pleasant day for any of us.
In other news, my birthday is now nineteen days away, and I’m still taking bets on whether or not my family acknowledges it at all.