Is a normal weekend just too much to ask?

I need a break. I need time off from all of the pressures. I need for new stuff to stop being piled on. All I wanted was to have a normal weekend. Chris had stuff to do for work and laundry and lawn work needed to be done. Plus, we wanted to spend some time with J. We didn't get our normal weekend.

Friday was a bad night. I was crabby and Chris and I fought most of the night. The breaking point was when I was sobbing that night and Chris just sat there. He did nothing to try and comfort me. That hurt a lot.

We got a phone call on Saturday afternoon that Chris' mom was in the ER. She was later diagnosed with colitis and admitted. I wanted a break from J so terribly. I haven't been the best mommy to him lately. My patience level is low and my fuse is short. I don't feel like doing much with him. I called and left a message at my parents' asking for J to go over there for a bit so that I could get some reprieve. No one ever acknowledged my message.

Tangent here.....my family really gets me. My parents have been told on more than one occasion that with my depression, I need some time away from J. Now that I'm pregnant, it's even more important for me. I'm not talking days at a time. I mean a few hours about once a week. Is that really too much to ask? J's an awesome kid. There are two teen-agers in that house who love spending time with him. And yet it never happens. When Chris was gone to MN a few weeks ago, I asked if J could sleep over one night. They said sure and then reneged. Stuff like this happens over and over and over again. Every time I ask for them to watch J for a couple of hours, it's this huge hassle. I just don't understand it. Why wouldn't they want to spend time with their grandson? Is caring for a small child really that hard? What really pisses me off is that Ryan spends the night with them at LEAST twice a month. He's going to their house for the entire fucking weekend next weekend. That's really nice.

Anyway, so I didn't get my break from J. Last night, we ran errands. J was pretty good during that time. We ate at Golden Corral. That is one of Chris' favorite spots and I think it's just okay. After J went to bed, Chris and I were gonna watch some TV. Suddenly, Avery came limping through the living room. He was holding his right front leg up off the ground. I examined him and whenever I touched his right elbow, he'd meow. We feared he had broken it. It was slightly swollen. We......well, Chris....decided we'd wait til morning to see how he was. Chris and I fought more last night. We just never can seem to get along anymore.

Chris and J went to Sheboygan to see Chris' mom in the hospital today. I hung out at home and kept an eye on Avery. He's doing somewhat better. I'm thinking that it's more likely a sprain at this point, but I'm still concerned about him.

The weekend is almost over and I am no more relaxed than I was when it all began. I just want a nice, calm weekend where nothing out of the ordinary happens. No trips to the ER. No injured or sick animals. Nothing but the mundane.