Frustration

Well, yesterday evening really set my frustration in motion. We scheduled 2 interviews to meet people to talk about watching the Pickle. Neither person showed up. On the phone we even discussed that the reason we were filling the position was because the sitter that we hired stopped showing up and didn't even call. Of course both girls told us how they would NEVER do that. Then neither of them show up or call. What is it with this generation? How hard is it to make a telephone call just so that the person you are supposed to meet isn't wasting their time? I know that it might be an uncomfortable 30 seconds but really. I can't make you come! I can't dock your pay I'm not going to scream or cry I going to thank you for calling and letting me know. I wonder if by telling these girls that our previous sitter no showed- no called us some how gave them permission to do the same thing? So the search goes on.

Even more frustrating I was woken from a deep sleep last night at 11:30 by my kind and loving husband telling me that his mother was extremely pissed at us/me. I guess that she thinks that we have been spending more time with my side of the family than with hers and she is angry about it. For some reason she apparently thinks that we have been seeing my parents all the time when in reality we have gone to see them 3 times this year, 1.) Emma had her 2nd birthday, 2.) my grandfather died and we attended his memorial, 3.) my father was playing baseball at Jacob's field and had asked us in January to plan on coming to the game. The long of the short is that I don't like to travel with the Pickle. He sleeps best in his own bed, I sleep best in my own bed, it is not an enjoyable weekend for me to chase him all over a non-childproof house and sheepishly hand over the Precious Moments figurines that he broke because you had them out where he could reach them and I left the room to go to the bathroom for 3 minutes. So Yes, we haven't been to her house as often as we went when we were first married (about once a month) and Yes, we have been to see my parents 3 times this year because events were occurring.

The thing that made me most mad was that D didn't stand up and say that our travel schedule was decided upon as a family. He pretty much said that it was because I didn't want to. Well, we made the decision not to go together so to not stand behind it and tell his mother that it was our decision was just cowardly. I know that he turned into a 14 year old boy being yelled at by his mother in that moment.

I might be wrong but the relationship that I see most around me between grown children and their parents do not have the kids returning to their parents home once a month to spend a weekend. We have our own washer and dryer, D doesn't need to take his clothes home like in college. We own a home, we have a child, we have responsibilities that need to be taken care of at our home and in our town.

I have done nothing but dwell on this all day. It will be interesting to see if she says anything to me this weekend about it or if this discussion is going to be held with D as the go-between.