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Work is DEAD.
Dec. 21st, 2012 10:47 amI had the most horrible dream last night that I was pregnant. Such a relief to wake up. No offense to people on my flist/circle who have kids or want them, but it is definitely not part of my life plan. Also, my sister was pregnant at the same time as me, and I was jealous that she was stealing my attention. I’m not sure what my dream life says about my psychological make-up. Nothing good, probably.
Maternal unit is stressed out because she had arranged for a cleaning lady to come in yesterday, but the lady was sick. Now, of course, good luck finding any person or agency that will have time to come in before Christmas. Maternal unit is determined to make a good impression upon Sister’s new boyfriend, hence the cleaning spree.
On a related subject, I am trying to find a tactful way to tell the maternal unit to bloody QUIT teasing the sister about her sex life. Maternal unit is intensely curious, and seems to be hoping the teasing will lead to the sister confiding in her. Ain’t gonna happen. Becoming ever less likely to happen with each joke. Not to mention that it’s hovering uncomfortably on the line between teasing and bullying.
It’s funny how other people’s dysfunctional ways are always so clear to me, and seem so easy to fix. It’s only my own dysfunctional ways that are cloudy to me. Praying, incidentally, that the sister does not choose to confide in me, but picks one of her girlfriends instead. I don’t want to know.
It’s been cold, and I’ve had the electric blanket on some nights. Young Miss Weaver is VERY happy about this state of affairs. It doesn’t take much to please her.
Maternal unit is stressed out because she had arranged for a cleaning lady to come in yesterday, but the lady was sick. Now, of course, good luck finding any person or agency that will have time to come in before Christmas. Maternal unit is determined to make a good impression upon Sister’s new boyfriend, hence the cleaning spree.
On a related subject, I am trying to find a tactful way to tell the maternal unit to bloody QUIT teasing the sister about her sex life. Maternal unit is intensely curious, and seems to be hoping the teasing will lead to the sister confiding in her. Ain’t gonna happen. Becoming ever less likely to happen with each joke. Not to mention that it’s hovering uncomfortably on the line between teasing and bullying.
It’s funny how other people’s dysfunctional ways are always so clear to me, and seem so easy to fix. It’s only my own dysfunctional ways that are cloudy to me. Praying, incidentally, that the sister does not choose to confide in me, but picks one of her girlfriends instead. I don’t want to know.
It’s been cold, and I’ve had the electric blanket on some nights. Young Miss Weaver is VERY happy about this state of affairs. It doesn’t take much to please her.
