Last night my husband's uncle called to say they were coming down to stay with us. This is a typically-Moroccan thing. No asking if it's okay. No calling well ahead of time, in fact you should consider yourself lucky if you even get a call. And it's never just one person but the entire clan, with loads of children of varying ages in tow. Right now it's a very crazy time for Mr.T and I with work. We are both working really hard. We don't have help in the home, except for a cleaner twice a week - which with two of us working full-time is necessary if we don't want weird flora and fauna taking up residence. So having a family clan to stay during the working week is stressful. But this time there was an added edge to it.
Mr. T's 38 year old Aunt is pregnant. 7 months pregnant to be exact. They already have two kids, 10 and 7 years old. And they decided they wanted to add another this year. It seemed as though as soon as they decided to have another baby she was pregnant. I just know I can't be around her. Around the family, as they chat about the baby, and her belly just there round and growing. I couldn't stand the situation, I couldn't cope with it being in my face. They with the family of 3, the uber fertile older couple. And us, the newlyweds, or not-so newlywed anymore, with nothing to show for our efforts. The young, infertile couple.
So I chose to stay at work. And catch up with everything that's been piling up and get on with all those jobs you put off for weeks and weeks, okay months. Oh and of course write on my blog and do my commenting for ICLW! That should keep me hidden away until it's safe enough to venture home and slip into my bedroom unnoticed..... Am I pathetic? Or would you do the same?
