Flying Drama

When Mr. A went to Other State, he drove since he obviously would need his car and he had too much stuff to bring on a flight without baggage costing an arm and a leg.

But I have no desire to spend 11 hours in a car by myself. There’s no need to have two cars there, so obviously, I’m flying.

But here’s a secret:

I’m not a great flier.

I don’t like to fly. Not to the point where I won’t fly, but I don’t like it. I get incredibly antsy and nervous. I have an overactive imagination and it seems to kick into high gear as soon as I settle into my seat.

And takeoff is the worst part. I can’t listen to my ipod to zone out. I can’t read my Kindle. I just have to sit there. Add in the fact that I get headaches pretty easily and my ears pop like crazy, and it’s just not an enjoyable experience.

I usually have about 2 or 3 pieces of gum and I chew like a mad woman to keep the pressure from building up in my ears. I’ll take a couple Advil before the flight and hope that it keeps any potential headache away.

But even better, I usually have my husband with me. Or someone else to talk to. Last year, when we had to get on two different flights both ways to and from Mexico, Mr. A was great and would just hold my hand and make jokes.

But this time?

I’m alone.

No one to hold my hand. No one to tell me that it will all be okay. No one to make stupid jokes and point out the other goofy looking passengers.

I have flown alone before.

I was 10 and I flew back from Salt Lake City while my dad and his girlfriend went on to San Francisco. But this was pre 9/11 and my dad was actually allowed to walk on the plan with me and get me settled in my seat.

But I am a big girl now.

And I can do this.

It;s not like I’m having a panic attack or anything, just…anxious.

My plan is to get to the airport early, allowing me plenty of time to get through security and to find my terminal and gate and all that. I am then planning on going to one of the restaurants and having myself a drink in order to calm my nerves, maybe even take a short nap on the plane.

I’m planning on buying a magazine so I have something to occupy my mind. Luckily, I got into the first boarding group, so I get to pick my seat, which will be an aisle seat, hopefully in the exit row so I have a little more space.

This time tomorrow I will be sweating my butt off and exploring a new city. Now to not panic on the plane.

At least it’s over…

Well, I’ve written this post once and deleted it.

Basically, this Christmas was pretty terrible. I was excited since it was going to be our first Christmas as a married couple, but family drama and stupid crap made it not such a great holiday.

I was planning on writing all about it, but for some reason it wasn’t coming out right and I can’t seem to express the emotions and the problems, so I’m just ditching it.

Today has been more relaxing and I had to work this morning. But now I’m home, in my pajamas and watching movies on the couch. Mr. A is at his dad’s for their Christmas, and while I wish I could have gone, I think it’s good that I have this time by myself and no more trying to talk with family and be nice.

We will be going to his mom’s on Wednesday night to do Christmas with them. I know we need to spend just as much time with his side, but after this weekend, I would much rather just skip the whole thing.

But, on a brighter note, I got a Kindle for Christmas!!

I haven’t played with it much, and I need to get the hang of it, but I’m excited about it. I want to start taking it with me to work and reading on my breaks. I will spend less money eating out and will get to enjoy some books that I’ve been missing out on.

Also, got some gift certificates, a necklace I wanted, the biggest bottle of wine that I’ve ever seen, BareMinerals make-up kit, awesomely new pajamas (which I’m wearing right now), new jeans, and other little things.

Mr. A and I weren’t going to exchange gifts because of finances and such, but we decided to get something small for one another. He bought me the STL Cards baseball hat I’ve been wanting (it was a specific one) and the Yankee Candle that I loveeeee. I bought him Jay-Z’s biography, “Decoded”. We both like his music and I just saw an interview with him that was really fascinating, so I think the book will be really good. Mr. A was excited and since he doesn’t go back till the 18th, he should have some free time to read for enjoyment again.

So what did you all get this Christmas?

I’m hoping to save up money and maybe next year we can go on a little trip and be by ourselves. I would love to spend Christmas in Colorado or somewhere with snow and maybe learn how to ski or cuddle by a fireplace with some wine and watch snow fall. Now THAT sounds like a wonderful Christmas with my husband. Now to get a better paying job to make this happen….

And here comes the s*** storm.

I knew this was too easy. I knew something had to go wrong. I knew it.

You know that other shoe that I was waiting to drop, it dropped.

So, we didn’t invite fiance’s aunts on his dad’s side for several reasons. 1. His dad doesn’t like them and isn’t even on speaking terms with one. 2. They have been nothing but rude and mean to fiance his whole life. 3. Fiance can’t remember the last time he talked to them. Our wedding has limited space and we didn’t want to invite people who would just cause problems…his aunt and his dad would probably get into a fight within the first hour. We don’t need that. Fiance even asked his dad when we were putting together a guest list who needed to be invited and he said that the aunts didn’t need to be invited.

Fast forward to yesterday. Fiance gets a phone call from his dad and basically the aunts are complaining that they didn’t get invited. The RSVP cards were due last weekend. His dad says they probably won’t come, but should be invited. WHAT?? We already asked him about this and these women are just mean. No other way to put it. And, in the 4 years we’ve been together and the number of family dinners they have had, they have invited fiance ONCE and me never. I could run into one and wouldn’t know who it was.

Well, to satisfy everyone, we’re inviting them to the reception we are having here in the town we currently live in. We were already having one because of limited space at the wedding, so that my mother in law’s friends could come and family that wouldn’t be able to make the drive. Whatever. I hope they don’t come because they will do nothing but start problems.

And then his brother.

I could write an entire book on his brother. 20 years old. Got kicked out of college because of his .5 GPA two semesters in a row. Pretty sure he’s been lying about turning in job applications. Sits at home all day doing nothing. It’s bad. And causing a lot of drama and stress for my MIL.

Well, brother has a girlfriend. An insanely immature girlfriend. Who still acts like she’s 13. And can’t seem to hold appropriate conversations. Ever. I mean, at dinner with MIL and fiance’s stepdad, her friend was talking about how much the different things at KFC cost (why, I have NO idea…again, the immaturity) and she says (and remember the audience and that she hasn’t been around for more than 2 months and they only were officially together for about a month now) “Well you can’t buy these breasts for $2.50” ans she cups her breasts at the dinner table.

When did people decide this was acceptable?? It’s not. Never ever ever.

So, no one likes her. Except the brother. She’s weird, can’t act right, wears clothes that are so inappropriate that when we went to lunch with MIL and brother and his girlfriend, I thought fiance was going to leave the restaurant because he was so embarrassed to be seen with her. I can’t even explain it.

And please don’t think I’m just being mean. I tried. I tried to talk to her and be nice, but it’s ridiculous. Act like your 20. And don’t make sex comments in front of your new boyfriend’s mom. The 3rd time you meet her.

Well, MIL decided she would not be coming to the wedding.

But then I get a text message last night from brother-in-law. (PS I know we’re not married, but since I won’t use their names, it’s MUCH easier to just say they’re my in-laws already.)

He asks me if there is space for a guest of his. My response: Ummm…I’m not sure. Ask your mom. I’m sure she would know.

It’s bad. Fiance is furious because we have A LOT going on the weekend of the wedding. Rehearsal dinner Sat., wedding Sunday, which is an ALL day event, then baseball tickets for Monday’s game with a bunch of the family…along with all the errands and running around that needs to happen. And all they will want to do is running around and playing tourist since they aren’t from the city and we don’t need to worry about them getting lost because he has NO sense of direction, getting to places on time, and being in a good mood and acting like the grown up he is.

It’s a problem. And one that I don’t know the answer to. We don’t have any extra ballgame tickets for her. We were planning on putting his brother at the table with his parents so he would be more comfortable, so that then puts her at one of the head tables.

I don’t want to be rude, but fiance is so very against her being there and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to put my MIL in a bad position, but I also don’t want anything unnecessarily making the fiance mad or uncomfortable that weekend. He’s already stressed. Don’t need anything more.

Why now? A month beforehand and we have to get stuff to the caterer at the beginning of next week.

We’re supposed to go to the MIL’s in a little bit, so I guess we’ll see how it goes. It just makes me uncomfortable.

Enough whining. Other than I burnt myself to death at the tanning bed yesterday. I’m a lobster. Won’t be getting anymore color for a while.

What would you do? Did you have any family drama when it came to your wedding? How did you deal?

{New} Teacher {New} Wife