Be warned, bad words follow.

OK, here goes another swing at the old bat. Not that Old Bat, no my muther is done, gone and dead to me. I mean my verbal assault bat.
Friendships, like any relationship, are hard. They require work, maintenance and sometimes overhauling. Several months ago two of my very good friends had a falling out. I remained friends to both because I graduated 8th grade and can act like an adult.
Now, one of the friends whom I briefly shared a food blog with because neither of us really posted to it on a regular basis has her panties in a bunch because I did not TELL her that I had started my own food blog. Babe, I made the same announcement to you as I did to everyone else I know- I put a link on the sidebar of my regular blog. I'm sorry that you couldn't take off your selfish glasses and read it like every-fucking-other-person-I-know. I'm sorry that you feel neglected that you didn't get a hand written, notarized statement telling you that I have my own opinion and wants and ideas regarding MY food blog. And oh yeah, IT'S A FUCKING BLOG! Not a novel, not a cooking book, not a 3x5 collection of index cards, IT'S A FUCKING BLOG!
I put work into my friendship with this person, real work. It was hard not to get upset at the fact that someone I cared for had hurt someone else I cared for. But work time's over. To coin her phrase, "All done".
My only regret in all of this is that I gave her a great dining room set FOR FREE. I wish I had that back.

Do you ever get those feelings that deep down someone doesn't like you even though they treat you well? That is kind of how I'm feeling about my MIL. She promised to help watch Gryffin while I try to get ready for Strange Folk, but instead is caught up on cleaning a house so it can be rented out next month. She promised that she would come see me at Strange Folk, especially since she missed me at Gypsy Caravan only to tell me today that she is planning a trip for that week. She always comes through for other people. Heck, she even calls in sick to work to help look after kids she doesn't even like! WTF?

Inner conflict, because I hate outer

How is a person supposed to react when a 'friend' tells you that she wants to hang out with you as long as your kid isn't around her kid. The claim was their age difference (only a year) and that they get each other wound up. Um, news flash- that's what kids generally do when they are put in the same room with each other. At first, I took this request with an OK. Now I feel like taking it with an FU.
The more I think about it the more it pisses me off. Who does this person think they are to make such a request?
I'm not saying my kid is perfect. He's rambunctious, super hero obsessed and full of energy; however, he knows that no means no and when Mommy starts the countdown he better behave and that suitable punishment will be enforced, not just threatened. He is a three year old boy who is constantly complimented on his behavior by strangers in public. He is a good kid.
To not want my kid around is to not want me around. I'm just thinking this person didn't have the balls to say it.
There are many things I would love to say to this person but none of it would be heard, none of it would make a difference and none of it would be very nice. All my words would do is make me even more steamed so I will keep them to myself. I will however not spend another moment with this person and not waste another word on them.

THAT girl.

I don't want to be THAT girl, the girl who uses her blog as more of a bitch rant than anything else. I will tuck away my pity parties and secret emotional turds here, for the maybe one person who knows this place exists.
Tonight in the bath while Gryffin serenaded me with an original death metal song called, "Mommy, Get Out Of The Bath Right Now!", I came to the realization that I like cranky, childish adults better than cranky children. I can tell an adult to go f*ck themselves and get the hell out of my face before I rip them a new orifice. Children, not so much. Don't get me wrong, I've told plenty of kids the get away from me and if they keep up their behavior not only will I tell their parents but I'll CC: Santa. Santa holds more fear than the spineless, lazy, pu$$y farts of modern day parents anyhow. I would never tell my own kid to go away or to shut up. I love him even when he's being a tantrumy, three year old devil spawn. His emotions are always on high alert, he hasn't developed that all important filter between emotions and mouth yet so I cut him some slack and remind myself to get a bottle of wine tomorrow.
There have been many people recently that I've just wanted to throttle with common sense like: 'Life sucks, get a helmet', 'Grow up and check your meds', 'Gee, I wonder where your kid learned to be a raging control freak?'. I know these people would never listen to me because they have never listened to anyone.
These wizened adults bitch and moan how life and others have done them wrong and never look at the good that is passing them by. Yes, days bite, weeks suck and months are long, tortuous tunnels of sh!t; however, they are but moments in time.
I'm not only spouting off to those who I wish would read this and not get their panties in bunch, I'm also talking to myself. I hold on to anger and let it grow like well watered tomatoes only to have my harvest taste bitter. People don't do what I want. Heck, my dog doesn't even do what I want him to. I'm a control freak of mass proportions but I need to try and control myself rather than others. It's my only hope of success.

I doubt anyone I know reads this secondary blog so I feel free to let the bat swing.
Any of you who read my primary blog know that I am in the midst of an usual residence change. I am moving next door to a home owned by my husbands grandfather who is in an institution. Our current home is to be put on the market. This creates a weird situation as there is no firm moving date set. And this little situation is causing my head to burst and any remaining healthy brain cells to escape to a more intelligent, stress free breeding ground.
I get promises from family and friends that help is readily available. It seems that it is readily available right up until the moment I ask for it though. I keep getting my hopes up thinking that this will be their redeeming moment but again am left picking up the pieces of my hope from the jagged rocks they have hurled against.
Hope springs eternal so I better get used to disappointment.

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