My parents are here visiting and they happened to show up the day that DD started her reaction to the penicillin. They are here to help and visit with DD since I'm working 50-60 hrs a week and don't have time to come there.
But they are here and I'm so anxious and haven't slept for days since DD's rash and I am so irritable. My parents are older, with my mom 76 and my dad 72. My dad is driving erratically, ran a stop sign, drives 45 on the freeway, was watching the baseball game at a red light on his phone, and never has any clue which way to go.
My mom is similarly doing stuff like that. She left the oven on because she thought it would turn itself off (maybe her's would, but I'm confused by that).. And many other things.
The communication is terrilbe because no one communicates directly. Like we had waffled on what for dinner if anything last night and sort of half assed decided to get a pizza, but no one said they were really hungry. I tried to order it at 10:15 and the place was closed. So I asked if anyone was hungry and really needed to eat so I would know if I should find something else and the answers were: My dad: Well, you know me, if there is something to eat I'll eat it, but I'm not hungry. My mom: If you're getting some than I would eat it.
So I said, Ok, then I am not going to order since no one is hungry and it's late. But then they were both irritated. SO I asked how come they didn't say they were hungry. So confusing.
Every time I ask a question, the answer is odd.
Like my mom went for a walk with DD. I called her, thinking I would come meet them. I asked where they were. Her answer is: We will come back now, we didn't go too far.
Is that normal? So then I had to say, "Well, I was wondering WHERE you are, so I can come walk with you."
I told them we were taking DD to the ER yesterday and I got myself ready and a screaming baby ready and said the car is leaving in 5 minutes and my dad was sitting in his PJs playing with his phone and said he needs a bunch of time to get ready, and I told him we were going and he could come meet us later if he wanted, but i wasn't waiting. I felt irritated that my baby was screaming and he couldn't get dressed by the time I got myself and a screaming baby ready to go (1.5 hours it took).
Am I crazy? Are my parents getting senile? I'm filled with anxiety about all of this.
DD pooped and I said I needed to change her and my mom said maybe she is eating more since she isn't having a reaction to the medicine. I said she isn't pooping anymore than usual, she just pooped, it's not a big deal.
I feel like I am in crazy town. Please tell me that I am just sleep deprived or something from being up for three days with an itchy baby and after a good night's sleep this will be fine..
I wanted to add some history, so I'm adding this to give some clarity on what the past has been like at times:
I want to add that when I was 25, my dad left me on the side of the freeway in the snow at sundown on Christmas Eve, with a broken ankle, on crutches, because I was mad and asked him to stop and let me get out for a minute. I kept asking to get out and I was really upset and wanted out of the car. I meant to stop at an exit, but he kept passing exits. Finally I said, Look, I am an adult and I want you to stop the car so I can get out! So he pulled over on the freeway??!!!??! I didn't know what to do so I got out. I took a couple deep breaths and looked away and all of a sudden he started the car and drove away! So I had to hobble down the freeway to a break in the fence, and crawl over/through it, down a hill in the snow, and into some weird neighborhood and get directions to a hotel. I could have not even had my wallet with me! Luckily I did and checked into a hotel and kept calling them, and they finally drove back to get me a few hours later.
He thought I wanted out and was done hanging out with them, and was going to fly back to California or something. We were driving from their house to my grandmas house to visit, so we were really in the middle of nowhere. They came back to get me and drove to my Grandmas.
I never believed he would drive away and leave me! I thought he'd just give me a minute to breathe air outside. We were arguing about Bill Clinton, because my dad hated him so much and I just asked him what the deal was, and he got all mad at me. (I am not even political at all, you can probably see why).
That was Christmas eve.
Anyway, so yeah, there is a history of weird behavior.