Monday, 4/6/12.

I haven’t updated since Thursday because we’ve got James’ dad staying with us, but they’ve just gone out for a walk (I declined because I’m lazy it’s far too cold) so I’m grabbing the opportunity to update.

Friday was James’ birthday. I tidied the entire house in the morning and put some Happy Birthday banners and balloons in the lounge while he nipped to town, aha. The good news is he liked his presents – the bad news is that both his mum and I bought him a hip flask! Clearly we should tell each other what we’re planning to get him before we actually go buy it 😛

His dad arrived mid-afternoon and settled in, then he and James went to a gig that night. I worked all day Saturday but James had the Coopers Under 30 vs. Over 30 football match so his dad watched him play (Under 30s won, two years running) and we got Chinese that night. Yesterday we stayed in, had a fry-up for breakfast and beef stew for dinner and just chilled out and that brings us to today. James’ dad wanted to get out of the house for a bit so they’ve gone for a walk, and I think tonight we’ll do the Lattice Quiz.

Now, what follows is a big moan about James’ dad, so you can go right on ahead and skip this part if you want.

I’m sure James’s dad is probably a nice guy and all but to be honest I can’t wait for him to leave. He’s done nothing wrong exactly, but his attitude is really irking me. He’s constantly complaining about things that James tries to do for him, or just things in general that we have no control over (Oh, we’re eating late again are we…) and trying to tell us what to do. We bought two chunks of casserole beef for the stew and had planned on doing it all because we always eat leftovers either the next day or take some to work for lunch. Anyway, he comes into the kitchen and starts saying ‘Oh I wouldn’t do all of that, I’ll never eat that much, just re-freeze it, blah fucking blah…’ and I’m like, yeah but we make extra on purpose to eat over the next few days, plus the meat is already defrosted. So he’s like ‘Well, that’s not what I’d do, I don’t really see the point in doing more than neccessary.’ UGH. FUCK OFF, I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION.

When James gave him his Christmas present (we haven’t seen his dad in over a year so they exchanged christmas presents on this trip) which he put loads of thought into (hand carved Mallard train made from northern coal) and asked his dad if he liked it, he had the cheek to fucking pause, touch James on the shoulder and say ‘It’s okay.’ I was fucking livid! Even if you don’t like a present you pretend you do when the person who bought you it is sitting right there! The sheer rudeness of the man!

Oh, OH, one more thing – we were going to go to Hunstanton today with James’ mum and some of James’ family who we saw at Claire’s wedding who very rarely get to visit, but James’s dad decided he didn’t want to go because, and I quote ‘I can only really stand being around James’ mum in very short bursts.’ So don’t worry about the fact that there’ll be about 12 of us there and you won’t actually have to talk to Toni unless you wanted to and that we were actually looking forward to seeing some family and friends because apparently you’re a fucking child and can’t be civil to a woman you left 25 years ago. I love James’ mum to bits, so that pretty much sealed the deal for me. There’s loads more but it’s only going to make me angry writing it and I can hear his grating Yorkshire accent in my head and it’s pissing me off even more so I’ll just leave it at that.

Sigh. This weekend has just been really depressing. James and I have had a bit of tension as well, but he goes to Download for five days on Wednesday so I think a bit of time apart will do us both good.

I’m also ridiculously broody (have been for the last few months) but I know James doesn’t want a baby for a good few years yet and the thought of having to wait that long has been really dragging me down. Yes, I know it’s not really financially possible for us to have a baby right now, yes I would love to be in a more suitable job and yes I know the house is in complete disarray but none of that really matters when the only thing in the world you really care about achieving in your life is having a baby. I’m meant to be having an appointment with the nurse at the women’s clinic on the 15th to discuss getting the contraceptive implant fitted and the thought is just depressing me. We definitely want children but I just don’t see it being possible for a few years and I can’t see my urges to be a mother disappearing either. It also doesn’t help that everyone seems to be either pregnant or having babies! My cousin had her baby boy two days ago, one of my colleagues is due in two days and another colleague had her baby a month ago and is posting adorable pictures all over facebook. Best we hurry up and get this kiitten!

This was a very glum entry. Suppose it makes a change from the usual ‘I worked this shift and it was crap’ though.