Families….you couldn’t sell them…
So its a post the day after I posted, almost as if this is how a blog is supposed to work. Anyhew, a rant coming up. Sure I’m long overdue one. I was hoping to be writing about the Civil Partnership bill and how we have kicked off wedding plans now that its come before the Dail. I reckon we most likely will wait until its signed into law before the big plans start being made. I digress. Family or more specifcally the brother sometimes induces headaches and stress. Stress which I am supposed to be working on keeping non-existent if we are hoping to have chances of a successful attempt with the clinic. Granted we’re not starting treatements again until the new year but still I need the practice. Obviously the brother didn’t receive the newsletter. This year I have no leave left at all and so the only time off over the christmas is the 4 days including christmas day and Stephen’s day. So I told the brother
that this time we would travel down the day after stephen’s day and have a meal with him in Athlone. The last couple of years he’s come up to us and I’ve found it quite stressful as I often do around christmas when I have loads of things to do. I thought would be nice to have christmas day and stephen’s day to relax and then catch up with him the day after. Sounds straightforward? Not with him its not not. He thinks I don’t want him around. He drove me demented yesterday asking how many days I had off, what was I doing on Stephen’s day and so on. I was so stressed out.
Got an email from the mammy-to-be in Holland, the sister K, today and she said he randomly txted her talking about the weather and then mentioned how they weren’t coming up to us for Stephen’s day. I have now gone from feeling guilty to being angry with him. He’s being such a drama queen about the whole thing and if he continues I’ll tell him we won’t catch up with him when we are down visiting the grave. He can feck off. However I won’t let him ruin my Friday good mood. We decorated the office today so its looking a lot more festive. However as the rest of the isn’t decorated I did want to be slightly surreptitious about the whole thing. This plan was foiled when I decided to press the belly of a musical toy without first checking where the off switch was. Cue a loud rendition of Jingle Bells. I had to lock poor Singing Santa into the cupboard until he shut up. At that stage I may as well had a big neon sign above my head pointing at me and my box of tinsel. Thankfully the colleagues ignored me. Can’t wait to get through the day and head home and relax. I will need all of my energy for the 12 pubs of christmas tomorrow. A mate organised it and whilst we are not famed for our lasting ability, we shall give it our best shot. Which may be only 4 pubs but at least we made an effort.
