Can I just say that having my second head cold in a month is kind of shit? What happened to my once a year policy? So while tonight I'm stuffed up and then blowing my brains out in a Kleenex, I'm sure tomorrow I'll feel super. Right?
But I would also like to say that I'm sick of getting vented onto and yelled at by people. Every day for the last two weeks at least one person just dumps all of their problems on me and then yells at me because it's somehow my fault. It's not MY fault you overextend yourself and don't check your calendar. It's not MY fault that your husband is angry that you're cheating on him- he kind of has a right to be. It's not MY fault that you just got fired, perhaps if you did your job at work instead of play on Facebook all day, you'd still be employed. It's not MY fault that you can't buy your kid a winter jacket- maybe you should stop going to bars every weekend. I'm sorry I can't call and visit you all of the time- I have a very busy life. If I have the option to sitting at home and reading on a weekend versus spending all of my extra money on travel? I'm going to pick sitting at home. It's not that I don't miss you, it's just that financially? I have to be better about what I do.
I'd like to know where people get off just dumping it all on me. Maybe I'm just too quiet. Maybe I should just throw it right back into their faces. Sure, I'm sarcastic and I'll call you out if I need to, but I'm just trained to shut up and take it when someone is clearly pissed off and having a bad day. But I'd like for some of these people to recognize that I work my ass off every single day. I put everyone before me. You need a ride to the airport? I'll skip dinner and take you. Need someone to volunteer? Sure, I can do that and just get to bed later even though I don't feel well. Need to call and cry it out? Dishes can wait. It's like not one of the things I do for anyone is even acknowledged or appreciated.
I appreciate when people step up to volunteer, or help out, or whatever- but then don't come back and bitch about it. If you don't want to help or it'd be a problem- that's totally fine. I can do it or find someone else. And please don't tell me you can help me, then don't show. And don't call. Because here I am, counting on you so I can have dinner with my kids for the first time in two weeks and you leave me hanging. Again.
So I think I need to just go ahead and take some NyQuil, shut my phone off, and die quietly in my bed from booger suffocation.