Yesterday (Sunday, July 15th) was our friend’s annual summer party. We met with our mutual friends (K, E, and S) for lunch beforehand at a place they suggested called Charkies which is really close to our house, and then arrived at our friend’s house around 3 when her party started. We wanted to get there earlier than we usually do because we couldn’t stay late to watch the fireworks because we needed to be home for Wookie who has developed a fear of them. Last year they, and thunderstorms, didn’t really phase her but now she paces and pants trying to get away from the noise. We’ve tried two different doses of Xanax which hasn’t worked so we just stick around so she’ll feel safe.
Things are also really busy for Joe right now at his job after his company was purchased by another much larger one and he was promoted, so he had to work the next day. He also worked Saturday from 3-midnight which really bummed me out especially because I found out Brother J and my mom went to Brother B’s house to visit. Granted, they didn’t stay long because my mom is too sensitive to everything, but considering she’s only come to my house twice in fourteen years and has already been to Brother B’s house 3+ times, it bugs me. When I mentioned that to Brother J he said “move closer” which aggravated me because while I am further away than Brother B, I’m an hour’s drive so it’s not like I’m across the country. It’s not my fault both my mom and Brother J refuse to drive on expressways. I understand being scared to drive them when the experience is new but you quickly adjust. Their problem is they refuse to even try, much like other things they are completely stubborn about. It’s really getting to me that every single holiday requires us going to my parents’ house vs them coming over to mine occasionally. Needless to say I ended up crying myself to sleep because I was feeling really unloved and lonely. Hanging out with friends Sunday kinda helped get me out of my funk at least so the weekend didn’t end on a low note.