Rant rant rant...
Ugh... Figured I'd rant here, since I don't really have a particularly good outlet otherwise. Ranting at Chops only goes so far, since it's really just a whole blend of circumstances making me all bitey. Gnarr...
It is snowing like a mofo again today.
The snow is a PITA. Not so bad for me, really... I am lucky enough to have a job where I have some flexibility - I can take personal time off and just stay home, since if I don't, I'll have a foot of snow in the driveway and no place to put the van.
The days when Chops isn't here and isn't scheduled to be here, I'm actually having a lot less of a problem this year now that I can work the stinkin' wood stove and snowblower. Last year, I beat myself up over not getting a snowblower because Chops (meaning well), was promising to help out and wasn't able to until a few storms into the season. Last season was BRUTAL when it came to storms... it felt like another foot of snow every 4-5 days. Blech. This time, I can do it myself just fine (now that we have the snowblower)... although I just remembered that I forgot to fill the gas can yesterday. Whoops.
Anyhoo... self-reliance is much better this time around. Now I get to worry about Chops. *sigh*
The days that it's snowing and he's scheduled to be here, he is damned determined to get here. He's also damned determined to get to work, as his employers screwed with his vacation date last year (Oh, did we tell you vacation was based on your anniversary date? Nope, it's based on the calendar year now...), and he's in the hole for vacation after spending a few days off helping me when mom passed away.
Bereavement leave for a poly situation? Don't make me laugh. He doesn't even get to bring multiple people to the Christmas party.
Anyway... I get that. There are very firm definitions about what "immediate family" is, and my mom didn't fit that definition.
Now, Xena's mom is sick and is probably going to pass soon, herself. Chops is busting his hump to make sure he works, since he has no vacation time to actually take when it does happen, but he's taking the time off anyway. It's just a friggin' mess, and his employers seem to have the emotional understanding of a two-year-old.
The distance between his home with me and his workplace is normally around 1.5 hours in normal conditions. It took him three hours to get to work this morning, and that's before the brunt of the storm hits. His coworkers are like, "Meh, we all live within 10 minutes so who cares..."
So... I'm irritated with his workplace. I'm irritated with the fact that he was screwed over on his vacation time. I'm irritated that my distance from everything else is part of the reason Chops puts himself into undesirable (and potentially dangerous) driving situations. I'm irritated that his car died and he's driving my old Saturn that weighs about 8 pounds and handles like a piece of paper in the snow.
And I'm irritated because I'm PMS'ing... I'll admit that the timing stinks.
Chops is clear that this is his decision. His employers aren't making him drive - he considers his distance from the office his own issue, so it's his to deal with. It's his decision to consider this house his home with me, and to live here half-time, even given the travel nightmare when there's a storm. I told him that when the weather's this crappy, I'd almost rather he spend the day/night at his other home, since it's much closer to his workplace and I'd feel better about his safety. But he is adamant about this being his home too, and it's his decision to travel.
And he's right; it is... but I end up pressing my own guilt button pretty heavily by thinking that if it weren't for me, he wouldn't be in this situation. That regardless of where he worked, it'd always be in an inconvenient place from one of his homes.
So my ranting and worrying only goes so far - it's his decision, which I get, but the situation just stinks. Maybe if he got studded snow tires and an anvil to stuff in the trunk of that car, I'd feel a bit better.
Bah. Rant over, I guess. I'm sputtering and just needed to get it out. I know it's his decision. I'm grateful for that decision, to be honest. Just when the weather makes the travel difficult or dangerous, it bugs the crap out of me and gets me aggravated with every contributing factor under the sun.
Eventually, when the kids grow up and out on their own, he and I can consider moving. He's already thinking about the benefits of moving up to a state that has no income tax, but he has no idea how that would impact his shared custody of his daughter, etc. Clearly, there are other folks who would be impacted too. Best to wait this one out a while and think about it.
For the time being, this is what we get used to. I'll get used to it eventually, I'm sure, but uuuuuuuugh.
On a good note (because life is better than this one whine, for sure), in addition to the self-sufficiency being MUCH better than it was last year, the family thing is going extremely well. We spent time with Chops' family last night watching the Super Bowl, and I got home in time to see that CRAZY final play. Holy crap!

And yep... sorry, Seattle-ites, but WOO HOO!

Now that some time has gone by, spending time with his family feels more like "YAH" and/or "Xena" time with family and not "Chops' Girls" which always aggravated me. I'm me, not part of a set, and I've really been feeling more like *I* have a relationship with them now. It's nice.

Chops' sister and her BF have worked out a schedule with us to get together every month, and this month it coincides with my baby sister's visit, which will be a lot of fun.
So there's plenty of good, and I do want to keep reminding myself of that, despite the occasional rant. Shaking my fist at the weather doesn't actually DO anything, but hey... ranting can still feel a bit better. Thanks for putting up with it.
