Week Two - sigh

So I am fully aware that I am still one day away from actually make it an entire second week but this week has been so crazy that I can’t wait another day to post. Plus may-be if I vent via the blog then I will still be able to remain somewhat civil to her (the stepmother). So after last week may-be I will admit I just had to high of hopes and unrealistic expectations for this week. By Sunday night when I went to bed I was completely unpacked and organized with the exception of my desk b/c Marsha (stepmother) has some of her stuff that she had to clean off of my desk before I could unpack my own stuff. So I thought I was good to go and that she would get her stuff off of my desk in the next day or two and then I would completely finish my room. I guess may-be I was a little to hopeful that since my room was basically done and last week went okay that this week would be the same.

So Monday I thought it was safe to go home after work since it was okay last week, but I was so wrong. From the moment I got home I could tell things were off when the house everything in the house was still everywhere from the carpet cleaners being there earlier in the day. But I still thought I would stay and be helpful – bad idea. So my dad and I made dinner which turned into a mess not b/c we burned or messed up dinner, but b/c we cooked in the kitchen. Yet she had no problem eating it but she complained about the kitchen the whole time. Honestly, the kitchen wasn’t a mess it was just slightly dirty from the normal mess that comes from making a meal, not hard to clean up and we actually cleaned it up after we ate dinner but still not good enough. So that was strike one against me, it only took about 30 more minutes before I had strike two, which came when I tried to be nice and help put the furniture and decorations back in order around the house. Strike two was that I put a decoration back in the wrong spot but it still looked good where I put. Strike three came immediately after strike two in that I gave up trying to help and dad and I went to the study to watch 24. To which she just proceed to snap at and make rude comments to us the rest of the evening.

After Monday night’s events I decided that it would be best if I just fill up the rest of my evenings for the week with events and what not so that I just stayed literally out of sight out of mind – I will go ahead and tell you it didn’t really work. Tuesday night was a long workout at the gym and the Porch and I think I hung out at the Porch afterwards longer than I have in like two years. When I got home I was welcomed with complaints from the stepmother about when I was going to finish my desk and get my act together and how I shouldn’t be going out and staying out so late since my stuff wasn’t done. Seriously I am 26 I don’t need to be told how late to stay out or not stay out and when I left the house this morning her junk was still on my desk so it couldn’t have been done. Needless to say I got my desk organized Tuesday night before I went to bed, thinking that would please her and get her off my back about one thing or another.

Wednesday I was once again up at 5am and out the door before 6:30am. I used to complain about Wednesday being such long day’s b/c I go from 6:30am until usually after 10pm that night but now I am so thankful they are long days. I can’t remember what she called me at work to snap at me for on Wednesday but I got snapped a call snapping at me for something I did or didn’t do. I was even nice and took them lunch on Wednesday since the maids were at the house and they had to basically stay out of the house so the maids could clean since the realtor was coming to take pictures on Wednesday afternoon. See I can honestly say I am trying to play nice and make nice when it comes to her, and I don’t mean by bribing her with food but I have genuinely tried to be nice and play nice. I am so thankful that some of my Brazil team planned to have dinner together on Wednesday night because it was so nice to see fun people but also just to get to relax and laugh b/c I don’t feel like I have done a ton of that this week.

Thursday was actually the best day of the week b/c I had to be at work super early and ended up working late and then I took myself to the mall to look around to revisit one of my favorite and most comforting past times – shopping. You will all be proud to know I completely behaved myself and only walked out with one thing and that was an actual need item not a “need to have item”.

Now today, Friday, takes the cake as to why I have blog and vent. So today started out as an okay day – boot camp at 5:30am was a beating but the good kind that I needed. And my dad was actually awake when I left the house b/c he thought I needed $10 and he was afraid that I wouldn’t see it if he set it out for me, which is so super sweet that he got up. I actually didn’t need the money he was just confused from Wednesday morning when I didn’t have cash but needed cash to give to a co-worker for a wedding shower present. Either way still way sweet and I felt really bad that he got up so super early. So I was actually determined today was going to be a good day b/c I didn’t have to work until 5 b/c I am leaving early to got to a school play at HP Middle School for my 7th grade girls and I made it to work early so I was optimistic and had a good attitude. Around 10am my dad called me for the second time of the morning – the first time he was at the grocery story and trying to find my cereal that I am currently stuck on and was having trouble so he needed to double check with me again – once again so sweet. But the second call of the day was all sweet on his part but started the push me over the edge not with him but with her. The realtor had called and wanted to show the house at 3pm today and my dad was calling to give me the heads up and then to warn me that she was going to call and yell at me. Sure enough not even 5 minutes after I hung up the phone with my dad she was calling me. She proceed to snap at me about how my room wasn’t in order (for those of you who know me my room is almost always in order and has been especially so since I have moved in with them in case the house needed to be shown) by my room not being in order she meant that I had clean folded clothes in the basket in my closet, some papers stacked on my desk in my room, and my shower stuff in the shower (where shower stuff belongs). Seriously, people she has completely lost it – yes the house is being shown today but I can speak for whoever is seeing the house that yes the want to see a clean house but they don’t mind seeing evidence in the shower or on a desk or other places around the house that someone lives there. But honestly it was one thing to take down all the personal belongings and personal pictures in the house but she has now taken it to an entire new level. My dad thinks she is seriously crazy, my mom the realtor says she has really lost it and should be banned from ever watching TLC and HGTV again b/c she has taken it to the opposite extreme. Not to mention she wont even let Maverick have a toy in the house, which is just wrong and cruel for him – poor puppy. If this is how is going to be every time there is a house showing then I pray whoever is looking at the house tonight buys it. B/c I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

Okay sorry for ranting and raving this week has been a tough week living with the rents – well stepmother not both of them. So prayers are greatly needed and appreciated and I love booking my calendar full with hangouts and dinners so if you have any free time let me know. Next week will be better – it has to be! And they leave to go out of town on Thursday, so if I can just make it 6 more days then I should get a break for a few days. Not to mention I get to go to WF on Friday for Easter and see that side of my family and Whitney will be home from school too.