Are you fucking kidding me? (vent)

First of all, let me preface this post by saying that I love my parents very much, they are kind, generous and loving.


They are also, crazy, demanding, and think that as their eldest child it is my duty to stop everything I am doing and run to them whenever they call.


My parents are immigrants, their English is not that good and I am the translator/accountant/filler outer of every form ever and if I don't understand it I am a dumb ass.


I feel like I am going to scream! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

DH just had his surgery on Monday. This morning was hard, D woke up feeling pain and he was really swollen. I had to remove the dressings from his incisions to check for excessive blood and then he could take a bath. He's really being a trooper, not complaining and in good spirits. It was hard to look at his balls and his cuts, I don't like knowing he is in pain.


While he showered I got a call from my mom asking me if when I was going to her house. Um, hello, I'm not going anywhere D is in pain and needs me, he can't really bend and I help him go to the bathroom, pull his pants up, etc. She then goes into how she needs me to help her with the peppers (at the end of the summer, she jars the peppers, from their garden, in vinegar for the winter). Lady, while your peppers are important, D needs me, leave me alone. After the usual I don't help my family speech (I do everything I can possibly do for my parents, even though my younger brother lives with them and is never asked to help with anything), I finally got her off the phone.


I helped D dry off and re-dressed his wounds and then my dad calls. He goes on and on about filling out some papers for his land upstate and calling the fence company about a fence, etc. I don't know what he wants from me. All the papers are at his house, I don't the info and I am not going there to get it. He then keeps asking when I am going there. I tell him I don't know, which is not a good enough answer and he just won't stop. Finally, to get him to leave me alone I gave the phone to D. (Poor D, in pain and having to hear me and my dad going back and forth)


I then proceeded to cry, I am feeling really overwhelmed and scared and emotional (it doesn't help that AF is on her way). Of course, I don't do this in front of D, he's dealing with enough, he doesn't need a hormonal wife.


Is it to much to ask that they just leave me alone? I can't run every time they call. D needs me right now, his balls are my priority and the peppers, land and fences are going to have to wait.




On a lighter note


When D and I were on our honeymoon we bought donkey balls and I was thinking of ordering some online in honor of his ball surgery. If you haven't had them, they are delicious. http://www.surfinass.com/donkey-balls.html