Once again, I do not feel well. My throat is sore once more.
I feel like my head is bigger than the rest of my body. And I'm a little woozy.
I'm a little worried about the sore throat. How many times can you have a sore throat before it turns really serious?
I have tried to write about several different things and they have all ended up seeming stupid to me. So you are stuck with me babbling about random stuff.
Hoping to get some decorations up soon. But it's not my call as to when the decorations get put up. That is all up to the MIL. Somehow she has the say as to when decorations get put up around here. Even though it's not her house.
I'm sure you're thinking, 'If you want decorations up just put them up.'
It's not that easy. The decorations are in storage, outside, under lock and key. A lock to which I have no key. So I can not just put decorations up when I want to.
Also, when the decorations do come out? I have to invite myself to help decorate.
My MIL likes to do everything on her own. With no help. Well with no help from me, Kaylee or Randall. I have went to bed, with them only supposed to 'get the decorations out' and have gotten up with the tree up and decorated.
What the what?
I am then left wanting to say something. But I do not. At least not to her.
I bitch to Randall. There isn't anything he can do but I bitch anyway. Bitching to him doesn't cause knock down drag out arguments. If I complained to her, it would start a fight.
A fight because she is stingy with the decorations.
A fight because she is opinionated and can only have things done her way.
It's her way or no way.
So I just deal with it. Me forever trying to be the peace keeper.
But on the inside I am cussing like a sailor.
Hope your Wednesday has been more together than mine has!