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This is just a petty rant for the sake of getting out my frustrations, and it's going to be long.
My husband and I moved into my parents at the beginning of December. We're expecting a baby here in a few weeks, and we could not continue to afford rent on our own while I wasn't working, so my parents offered to let us stay with them for several months until I go back to work.
Anyway, our relationship with my parents is actually really great. We all get along like most families, and things are doing well considering we're a lot more restricted on space than we used to. The problems I am having are, well, my problems I guess. I don't know if I am more sensitive/touchy because I am pregnant, but I am so annoyed by some things that I just need to get them out.
1) My dad. I've always had an ok relationship with him, even though I've been closer to my mom. He's a nice guy, I never had any issues with him growing up. Ever since we've moved back home though (after living in our own apartment for 3 years) he has been driving me absolutely batshit crazy. For one thing, he talks non-stop. I mean, he will start conversations with you out of the blue regarding things that you have no interest in whatsoever, and will seriously go on for. ever. He will corner you in the kitchen, even if you just left your room to get a drink of water, and ask what you're doing, and then try to converse with you for an extended period of time. Of course I am not a jerk about it to his face. I don't want to hurt his feelings, especially since I don't think he can help it. But his talkativeness is so notorious that even my brother's friends joke about it (i.e. "If your dad wrote a letter, would it ever end?") Today the cable guy was here, and I felt so bad for him because my dad trapped him here for 20 minutes after he finished what he needed to do, just talking his ear off.
Sometimes, I just don't want to interact with people! Especially when I don't have much to say to them. If I want to stay in our room and fart around online or watch TV, then let me. Just because I come out of my room is not an excuse to get up, follow me around, and start talking to me. If I clearly just woke up, please let me be. And if I say I am going back to sleep, don't tell me "But it's daylight, it's time to be awake!" I am almost 9 months pregnant. If I want to stay in bed all damn day, I am going to do it. Bite me.
2) My family tries to recycle aluminum cans. This is mostly my dad's endeavor, as the rest of the house doesn't really care enough to put the effort in. We don't have anyone who picks up, so basically we have to save cans and then take them someplace. This is all great in theory, and I have nothing against recycling, but it only works if you actually take the cans out of the house to be recycled. The cans tend to just pile up in garbage bags or at the top of the basement steps, until someone gets sick of them and takes them downstairs where they just sit in the laundry room taking up space. My dad says he needs to crush them before he takes them someplace, but he never does it.
And...there was more I was going to whine about, but I just can't articulate anymore right now
I do feel better bitching about these two things though. All I can say is I can't wait until we have the money saved up, and I have another job, so we can get our own place again. Living rent-free is great, but I'd forgotten how nerve-wracking living with other people can be.
My husband and I moved into my parents at the beginning of December. We're expecting a baby here in a few weeks, and we could not continue to afford rent on our own while I wasn't working, so my parents offered to let us stay with them for several months until I go back to work.
Anyway, our relationship with my parents is actually really great. We all get along like most families, and things are doing well considering we're a lot more restricted on space than we used to. The problems I am having are, well, my problems I guess. I don't know if I am more sensitive/touchy because I am pregnant, but I am so annoyed by some things that I just need to get them out.
1) My dad. I've always had an ok relationship with him, even though I've been closer to my mom. He's a nice guy, I never had any issues with him growing up. Ever since we've moved back home though (after living in our own apartment for 3 years) he has been driving me absolutely batshit crazy. For one thing, he talks non-stop. I mean, he will start conversations with you out of the blue regarding things that you have no interest in whatsoever, and will seriously go on for. ever. He will corner you in the kitchen, even if you just left your room to get a drink of water, and ask what you're doing, and then try to converse with you for an extended period of time. Of course I am not a jerk about it to his face. I don't want to hurt his feelings, especially since I don't think he can help it. But his talkativeness is so notorious that even my brother's friends joke about it (i.e. "If your dad wrote a letter, would it ever end?") Today the cable guy was here, and I felt so bad for him because my dad trapped him here for 20 minutes after he finished what he needed to do, just talking his ear off.
Sometimes, I just don't want to interact with people! Especially when I don't have much to say to them. If I want to stay in our room and fart around online or watch TV, then let me. Just because I come out of my room is not an excuse to get up, follow me around, and start talking to me. If I clearly just woke up, please let me be. And if I say I am going back to sleep, don't tell me "But it's daylight, it's time to be awake!" I am almost 9 months pregnant. If I want to stay in bed all damn day, I am going to do it. Bite me.
2) My family tries to recycle aluminum cans. This is mostly my dad's endeavor, as the rest of the house doesn't really care enough to put the effort in. We don't have anyone who picks up, so basically we have to save cans and then take them someplace. This is all great in theory, and I have nothing against recycling, but it only works if you actually take the cans out of the house to be recycled. The cans tend to just pile up in garbage bags or at the top of the basement steps, until someone gets sick of them and takes them downstairs where they just sit in the laundry room taking up space. My dad says he needs to crush them before he takes them someplace, but he never does it.
And...there was more I was going to whine about, but I just can't articulate anymore right now
I do feel better bitching about these two things though. All I can say is I can't wait until we have the money saved up, and I have another job, so we can get our own place again. Living rent-free is great, but I'd forgotten how nerve-wracking living with other people can be.