In the morning I did my best to tidy-up the place and waited for the shopping delivery and the cleaning lady. By half past one none had arrived yet and I started getting a bit nervous because I still have to go out to buy bus tickets and figure out which bus I have to take later today.
To make a stressful day worse, one of my neighbours insistingly rang the bell to complain about the AC dripping on the street. I tried telling him that there was little I could do about that but he apparently stormed off and left me talking to myself.
First of all, I don't see how a little water going down the outside wall of the building can be such a big thing, and secondly, why do these things always happen when I already have other stuff on my mind?
And why don't these people ever say who they are exactly? If they're so self righteous, showing their face shouldn't be a problem, right? It makes it a bit difficult to address a complaint if you don't know exactly who is complaining. I hate cowards.
I did what I could, for the time, which is to pull the water tube inside and make it drip into a container, but that won't work as a longtime solution. And I can't turn the AC off because the computers will fry in this heat.
Why is it such hell to live in a building? Why do people immediately go for the throat instead of trying to be reasonable? It's worse than road rage!
I was getting ready to eat lunch at half past one but decided to wash the fruit we bought yesterday (because it rots if it stays in plastic bags for too long) and the basins I use to wash it in were dirty because the sink leaks occasionally. So I ended up cleaning the kitchen cupboard under the sink and everything that was stored there, followed by washing the fruit and only then did I warm up my food.
By this time the cleaning lady had arrived and as soon as I sat down to eat the shopping was delivered, so I had to wait a bit longer and put everything away first so that the kitchen floor could be cleaned. By the time I got to my food it was past 3 PM.
In the afternoon I went out to find what buses I can take to go to the pre-natal classes. Then I relaxed for an hour before taking the bus. I got there in plenty of time and was sitting in the waiting area when my mother called. She was in complete panic and wanted me to go to my grandmother's flat and check if she was OK.
Apparently some cousin of my mother's had arranged to meet my grandmother this afternoon and she had been there ringing the bell for an hour with no reply. So she called my mother and my uncle and got everyone thinking something bad may have happened and the only extra key happened to be at my parents' flat. Since my mother is out of the country this week she called me to go get the key and check on my grandmother.
So here I was, after a day of mentally preparing myself to go to these classes, which is something I don't particularly want to do, ready to start, out in the middle of nowhere, without transportation, and having to find a way to get to my grandmother's flat and figure out if there's something wrong.
I tried calling my brother but he didn't answer. I called his office and was told he was out of town on a meeting. Hubby was at work, so were my in-laws and there was nobody else. So I did all I could do - I apologised about missing the class, walked back to the bus stop and went back home, got my parents' keys, went to their place, got my grandmother's keys, got on another bus which took me halfway there (the closest I could get by bus) and walked uphill the rest of the way.
Now, since waiting for a bus takes a while and I walk as fast as a turtle, being 7 months pregnant, the whole thing took an hour to accomplish, not to mention all my energy.
Throughout I kept calling my grandmother expecting that she had just gone out and hoping she might be back but there was no answer. So when I was just about to turn the corner into her street, feeling exhausted but trying to move as fast as I could, I called my mother again to see if there were any developments. The reply I got was 'oh, everything's fine. She had just gone out.' I freaked. 'Couldn't you have told me something? Do you have any idea what I just had to go through?' After a short description she said 'oh, that wasn't necessary'
What? Is she trying to piss me off? She calls me like somebody's dying, giving complete instructions without even asking if I'm busy and then tells me it wasn't necessary?
This is the thing I hate about my mother. She's totally manipulative and then goes into complete denial. She called me and when I told her I wasn't home and what I was doing, she called my husband - to try and convince him to volunteer because she didn't think I was going to do anything. I understand that in a panic situation and unable to do anything yourself you try what you can but it really is a typical manipulative move: going through him to get to me. I feel like a fucking pawn. I feel like nobody gives a shit about how I feel, unless I'm suddenly useful for something!
And yes, I realise this is completely self-involved but I had a really shitty day and my hormones are all over the place.
I'm glad everything's alright but to be perfectly honest, while it was happening, in the back of my mind I kept thinking 'there better be something wrong or I'm going to be seriously pissed'. So now I'm pissed.
So I walked the rest of the way, talked to my grandmother, explained what happened, realised she had just got the days mixed up and thought the meeting with the cousin was only tomorrow and that was that.
My uncle arrived shortly after and drove me home.
After getting the call from my mother, where she started off by not explaining anything thus making him believe something was wrong with me, hubby came home as soon as he could. Since he left some work unfinished and there was nothing wrong, he spent the rest of the evening working from home. |
Journal :: June 2005
01.06.2005 (wed)