I'm better today - funny how a good nights sleep will do that for a girl. I have been struggling with sleep issues. My doctor told me I have to "give up" sleeping on my back and so I'm transitioning to sleeping with a pillow to curl around on my side, or to prop under my hip. Apparently, even at this small stage the baby can put too much pressure on my delicate insides and pinch things that need not to be pinched.
|This is NOT my niece.|
I'm pretty sure that since the invitation (which was adorable) showed up Monday and the wedding is in 3 weeks that they really didn't intend for anyone outside their town to come. Related to Emily Post, my sister- in-law is not. I'll be sending a gift in the manner in which I think a 19 year old bride will appreciate and need (cash) but I'm struggling to remind myself that the fact that my brother & SIL couldn't muster the funds to come to our wedding, or send a gift or a *^$*_%_ card was his issue and NOT my niece's doing. The petty, selfish part of me wants to respond in kind to how they celebrated our wedding. It irritates me that they expect holiday gifts and things but can't reciprocate at any level.
Jason wonders when he'll meet my brother. I do too, and unless we pay to go visit in Utah (no, they aren't Mormons-everyone asks) it won't be until a family funeral if even then. (Maybe my dark mood hasn't quite dissipated.) For the record, I'm not expecting my brother to send lavish, generous gifts for the holidays or something monumental like a damned wedding, but it really gets under my skin that the annual holiday card comes addressed with simply our last name. It really kills my mom too as if they can't remember my parents first names.
So, anyway, there will be a wedding and as much as I love weddings we won't be going. I hope that Erika and her new hubby Sean will be happy and that the rumor that my SIL plans on moving in with them is not true. That's a whole different, judgmental rant about things that I'm hearing second hand, so I can't report them as fact. But, I guess if your only income is child support and your last kid has the balls to turn 18 you need to do something. Giving up your apartment and moving in with your oldest seems like a DANDY plan to me. Again... just gossip.