Anyone else want to kick me?

I'm sure by now you are all wondering why I don't get myself to the doctor and get some Prozac or at least start drinking a little more in order to improve my mood. Well, it got worse today - if that's at all possible.

Work has been nuts. Home has been nuts. I have had so much shit going on that it's all I can do to keep my head above water. And then, in the midst of all the work craziness, I get this email from my dad:

"We miss your calls very much. Have we offended you, if so we are very sorry. If you can call after work please do."

I read it, re-read it, and then read it again. And then I went totally ballistic.

First of all, I talked to my mom last Wednesday. I have had a hell of a two weeks, and I guess a week has slipped by without me calling. It's not like I've been sitting around plotting and planning not to call them. And apparently she forgot that she called me last week. So there's that.

But what really sticks in my craw is that my brothers are both able to be AWOL for weeks and weeks on end without calling, e-mailing, or writing, and my parents never say a word. Not a fucking word. Hell, when my dad was in the hospital, my sister and I had to demand that they come even though she and I had put our lives on hold and stayed down there for weeks.

I guess they get the pass because they're boys. Or whatever. But it pissed me off.

Sometimes I feel like my family really doesn't understand me. They don't get it that I work full-time, have a child to raise, a house to run, and a husband who isn't around much. And sometimes, especially with all the stuff that's been going on for the past two weeks, I really need for someone to cut me a little fucking slack. I am stretched almost to the breaking point right now. And I know I'm not any different than anyone else out there - I have it easy in a lot of ways, harder in others. I just ask for a little bit of compassion from the people that are supposed to be in my corner, so to speak.

So, despite my better judgement, I called them on my way home. This is after Joey dropped the bomb that he probably has to go to Texas on Mother's Day weekend, the weekend we had planned to go to the monster truck show and the beach where I had gotten us a really nice hotel room. And the last thing that I needed was to try and make amends for something that I didn't even do in the first place. So the conversation didn't really go that well.

You know, I expect this kind of behavior from my in-laws. The guilt trip extraordinaire. Not from my parents. And it sucks.

But tomorrow is another day. And we have plans for the first time in weeks. It's Cat Door M's birthday and we're meeting him and a group of friends out tomorrow night. God help the bartender, because I'm gonna need to get duh-runk.