About to lose my marbles...
My Father-in-Law, whom I largely adore, is here for the 4th of July. I had the 4th off but worked the 3rd and today (the 5th). I work from home at a fairly decent wage and it's widely known (the work from home part). I got up really early this morning (3AM) to finish up something that is due late morning. It's due about 10AM but I also knew I had a conference call at 7AM. Yippee!!! All done by 5:45AM.
FIL comes down the stairs shortly after 7AM while I'm clearly working in my usual work space in the living area (conference call head-set on , etc). This is not news. We've had this conversation a dozen times. I have mid-stream television news on in the background (not terribly liberal, not terribly conservative... merely light background noise). FIL starts screaming "f-bomb this, f-bomb that" at the TV.
Moderately ticked, I grab my laptop, I grab my phone, I go hide myself upstairs.
I finish my call. Eventually, my husband strolls in and senses I'm not happy. I share the situation and he yells at ME. WTF!!?!?!?!?
Hi Gimlet... thank you!
With my job I did a(n) (almost) year long stint in the public sector recently (government) and even if I wanted to spew politics I couldn't without getting whacked up side the head professionally. I'm educated, I have my opinions, and I vote and all, but political views don't really send me sideways... though I certainly appreciate those who know more than I that they DO turn sideways. FIL could have been popping off about Mickey Mouse cheating on Minnie or someone eating Tony the Tiger's Frosted Flakes for all I care... I just wasn't raised to go dropping f-bombs in someone else's home at the top of your lungs... especially first thing in the morning.
Thankfully... no more manifestos from SS! Then again, I have blocked him from every form of media I am even remotely involved in (phone/text/email/other) and have re-thought participation in many social media platforms because of all this drama. Dear darling husband spent a ridiculous amount of money yesterday putting on fireworks for the neighborhood. They were beautiful and it was nice and all but I was pretty certain the little punk was going to show up here in a public forum where I couldn't protest because it would make a scene. Hallelujah, no!
My husband went and corrected his Dad. And apologized to me. So that part I guess is good. I just don't know why people have to flip out, cool down, apologize, and then think everything is okay.
Hey, I'm not perfect by any means but given the circumstance I know how many laps it takes around the block (most of the time) before I go whack-a-doodle. Thanks again, G.!