What are you gonna do tomorrow

[Parts]

Burn more stuff

[DirtDawg]

I love burning stuff!!!!!1

[odeon]

My mum is coming to visit us in a little over a week. I've known this for weeks by now, but it's still stressing me up. What's worse, we'll only get a few days of rest after my mum before some friends will stay over the weekend. Two adults, FOUR kids.

Yikes you'll need those new painkillers 

Yes, I know.

[Adam]

probably nowt - it's gonna be pissing down 

[Callaway]

We are having some people over.


OMFG!! NO!! NOT THAT,  PLEASE,  NOT PEOPLE OVER - EVER!!!!




My daughter has a "friend"  from school that she wants to hang with.  The parents of said "friend"  will not allow their daughter to associate with people at all, if they do not know the parents, etc.   My initial GUT feeling is a little bit settled to find this out, TBH.  As much as I despise to have anyone approach my house (remember, I am NOT a "Welcome Mat"  person - I am a "Giant Fucking CANNON in the front yard"  type of person, get it?)  I am somewhat relieved to think that my daughter may have chosen a "friend"  that has a chance of a decent upbringing. 


I am going to meet the parents and cook for them all, tomorrow.   


I will probably be overstimmed beyond reason tomorrow evening, once it s all over, but if this makes it possible for my own young daughter to have a decent "friend,"   then I plan to do my best NOT to fuck it up!

Hopefully your wife and daughter will do most of the hostess-y stuff and minimize your distress.

'kay, so how am I supposed to keep some stranger off my "record player."   I fucking can not tolerate some stranger thinking that, for even one instant, that they can see my cool stuff.


My house is my own and my cool stuff is out where it can be seen if someone hits my fucking door. I can not have any one hit my fucking door!~

~~~ <enforces deep breathing upon self>


I am sure that I am not completely without peer in these xenophobiaic reservations. Please, some one speak up!

I can not be the only one who does NOT want strangers in their house, FFS!!!

goddamnit


 
 
 
 

How did their visit go, DirtDawg?

["couldbecousin"]

My mum is coming to visit us in a little over a week. I've known this for weeks by now, but it's still stressing me up. What's worse, we'll only get a few days of rest after my mum before some friends will stay over the weekend. Two adults, FOUR kids.

A tent in the garden might take away most of the stress of the kids. Two tents might take care of a bit of the hardship of the adults visiting too.  (assuming you have a garden)

Yeah, that's it! Make all the guests camp out in the yard every night like that family on Hoarders  that had the bedbug problem! 




To ensure their cooperation, tell them you have an actual bedbug problem! That'll work!

[DirtDawg]

It was about what I expected.

I was on my best "behavior."  
I was already exhausted from work.
My mind and my body were about to shut down from already having too much exposure to strangers (I needed to have some ME time when I came from work, but instead, I sat there and tried to carry on a boring conversation, as all my external sensory abilities began to involuntarily turn off all external stimuli and engage total shut down mode. It was almost as torturing to feel a DEAD DAY coming on in slow motion as to wake up in a "new world," as what normally happened when I used to drink my self to sleep after such a rough time.  

I am actually still mostly numb, numb, all over, but I can smell into next week ( normally my first sense to return after this level of over exposure - this is an unrelated concern, however,  with which I am also trying to cope or dope or NOPE!  This is actually good news, meaning that this DEAD DAY shit is already subsiding even though my entire sensory system is calling upon just the one sense alone for information).

I was trying my best to NOT fuck things up up for my daughter  She NEEDS another "friend," seriously!

We all seemed to do OK.


(My main regret of all of the bad parts, is that once it was all over and I had a bit of time to once again try to externalize, I began to realize just how bad off I was - can not feel any of my tactile senses, everything smells like my own lungs, can barely decipher anything that my over-sensitive ears are being bombarded with - and how long it was going to take me to to recover, I vented a lot of my fear, distrust and anxiety and fear upon my dear sweet wife.  She did not deserve to suffer this horrible travesty.  
(You want to know how strong and supportive my wife is when she knows that one of us needs it? Instead of taking a perfect opportunity to make me feel weak and like a failure, she hugged me, thanked me for the effort I had made for our daughter and asked me if I needed to say any moremore before we go to bed. I love this woman!)


I did my best to not make too many mistakes, socially. I was trying to not fuck it up for my daughter, but now I am paying the price.
(thank fuck in a bucket for Chrome's spellcheck -  )


 

[Callaway]

It was about what I expected.

I was on my best "behavior."  
I was already exhausted from work.
My mind and my body were about to shut down from already having too much exposure to strangers (I needed to have some ME time when I came from work, but instead, I sat there and tried to carry on a boring conversation, as all my external sensory abilities began to involuntarily turn off all external stimuli and engage total shut down mode. It was almost as torturing to feel a DEAD DAY coming on in slow motion as to wake up in a "new world," as what normally happened when I used to drink my self to sleep after such a rough time.  

I am actually still mostly numb, numb, all over, but I can smell into next week ( normally my first sense to return after this level of over exposure - this is an unrelated concern, however,  with which I am also trying to cope or dope or NOPE!  This is actually good news, meaning that this DEAD DAY shit is already subsiding even though my entire sensory system is calling upon just the one sense alone for information).

I was trying my best to NOT fuck things up up for my daughter  She NEEDS another "friend," seriously!

We all seemed to do OK.


(My main regret of all of the bad parts, is that once it was all over and I had a bit of time to once again try to externalize, I began to realize just how bad off I was - can not feel any of my tactile senses, everything smells like my own lungs, can barely decipher anything that my over-sensitive ears are being bombarded with - and how long it was going to take me to to recover, I vented a lot of my fear, distrust and anxiety and fear upon my dear sweet wife.  She did not deserve to suffer this horrible travesty.  
(You want to know how strong and supportive my wife is when she knows that one of us needs it? Instead of taking a perfect opportunity to make me feel weak and like a failure, she hugged me, thanked me for the effort I had made for our daughter and asked me if I needed to say any moremore before we go to bed. I love this woman!)


I did my best to not make too many mistakes, socially. I was trying to not fuck it up for my daughter, but now I am paying the price.
(thank fuck in a bucket for Chrome's spellcheck -  )


 

I'm glad that it's getting better now even though it was very difficult for you.  What did you think of your daughter's new friend's parents?

[DirtDawg]

He wants to do more stuff with me.

I think he is not that sharp, tries way too hard to hide the fact and also tries too hard to make people think he is fun to be around.

I do not like him, aside from his being a stranger.



His wife is bossy, a bit smarter than he, not as pushy to force social niceties upon strangers, but absolutely controlling of the entire family

I do not like her, aside from her being a stranger.
 


I do not want to fuck things up for my daughter, so I will deal with more of these people, but I am thinking that a picnic in the park when rain is expected is preferable to another evening on MY back deck!

[Callaway]

He wants to do more stuff with me.

I think he is not that sharp, tries way too hard to hide the fact and also tries too hard to make people think he is fun to be around.

I do not like him, aside from his being a stranger.



His wife is bossy, a bit smarter than he, not as pushy to force social niceties upon strangers, but absolutely controlling of the entire family

I do not like her, aside from her being a stranger.
 


I do not want to fuck things up for my daughter, so I will deal with more of these people, but I am thinking that a picnic in the park when rain is expected is preferable to another evening on MY back deck!

Can you handle an evening on their back deck better than another one on yours?

Which one of them wants to get to know the parents of their daughter's friends?  I think it actually makes a lot of sense to get to know the people your child will spend time around but that doesn't make it any easier, does it?

Some of the best picnics I have ever had have been picnics in the rain.

[odeon]

My mum is coming to visit us in a little over a week. I've known this for weeks by now, but it's still stressing me up. What's worse, we'll only get a few days of rest after my mum before some friends will stay over the weekend. Two adults, FOUR kids.

A tent in the garden might take away most of the stress of the kids. Two tents might take care of a bit of the hardship of the adults visiting too.  (assuming you have a garden)

Yeah, that's it! Make all the guests camp out in the yard every night like that family on Hoarders  that had the bedbug problem! 




To ensure their cooperation, tell them you have an actual bedbug problem! That'll work!

Actually, not having a garden works, too. They'll just have to take the tents elsewhere.

[renaeden]

I have another exam tomorrow. It is the last one thankfully. Then I will come home and probably finish the washing.

[odeon]

Work as usual.

[Parts]

Go to the dump and as much stuff outside before it starts raining then move indoors and work on flea market stuff or basement hoard

['andersom']

Have a chaotic day with different schedules of the girls.