I should really take my own advice more often, wouldn’t you think? Or at least the advice on the signs I have around the house…
So yeah, I seriously need to put my big girl panties on and just DEAL WITH IT already. But in my defense, it hasn’t been the best of days.
Did I mention my parents went to Israel? Oh yes. They left on Saturday, the very same day I went to Long Island to meet mass quantities of Kurt’s family. See, my parents have done a ton of research on the situation in Israel, and they believe the Palestinians have a legitimate complaint, and that Israel isn’t being all that fair to them. There’s probably much more to it than that, but all I know is they don’t side with the Israelis. That makes family reunions on my father’s side rather interesting, as my father comes from a very Jewish family who are understandably very pro-Israel.
Me, I don’t know what to think. I don’t think I’ve researched what’s going on there enough to make a very informed decision. In a way, I find it odd that the UN could simply step into Palestine and decide that it’s now going to become a Jewish state in reparation for the atrocities the Jews suffered during the Holocaust. I sympathize with the Jews wanting a home to call their own, but what about the Palestinians? Did anyone ask them whether it was okay for all these Jews to move in and take over?
Anyhow, that’s about as in-depth as I have gotten thus far. But my parents belong to a group at their church that is very pro-Palestinian, which is not to say they support extremists of any stripe. They denounce the terroristic acts engaged in by both sides. But my mom’s got some harsh things to say about a lot of the Israelis in power.
Their group at church decided to take a trip to Israel to see things for themselves, which is how my parents came to be in Israel for ten days. And I am pretty much a nervous wreck. Yes, my friend and his fiancée just went there for Passover and came home in one piece, and I know tons of tourists visit Jerusalem without any ill effects at all.
Part of my problem is I don’t know where in Israel they’re going to be. I’m assuming there will be a trip to Jerusalem, because what is a trip to Israel without visiting the Holy City, but I don’t know if they’ll be going to Tel Aviv or the West Bank or the Gaza Strip as well. I do know they’ll be in the company of the Palestinians. Whether that is supposed to be comforting, I don’t know.
It doesn’t help that MSNBC.com was reporting that militants in the Gaza Strip had fired rockets into southern Israel, breaking the five-day-old truce between the Hamas-led Gaza Strip and Israel. Then today a police officer committed suicide at the Tel Aviv airport during a departure ceremony for French president Nicolas Sarkozy. At first it was feared that it was an assassination attempt, but now it’s being reported as just a suicide.
And you know, my mom is one of those people who cannot seem to keep her mouth closed when it would behoove her greatly. I have this fear that she will mouth off to exactly the wrong people and that she will land herself in some kind of hot water.
These things do not reassure me. It doesn’t help that I have no means of contact with them. My entire family is far too cheap to have an international plan on our cell phones, and my father left his laptop at home (shock of all shocks, if you knew my father). All I can do is hope and pray and cross my fingers.
So. There you have it.
It also doesn’t help that Kurt and I got into a nasty fight today, sparked by my discovery of the little car being used as a trash dump. See, when I went to take Grace to school this morning, the van wouldn’t start. This isn’t a huge surprise; for some reason, it is easy to kill the battery in the minivan. I could have left the tiniest of lights on, and the battery could have been dead in under twenty minutes. Don’t ask me why it is; it just is. The good news was that Kurt rode his bike to work today, leaving me the little car in which to get Grace to school.
But when I opened the door to the car and saw crap all over the back seat, no car seat (which he later told me he keeps in the trunk; how was I supposed to know that??), and garbage covering the entire space on the floor between the back seat and the passenger seat, I saw red. I realize that I cannot expect Kurt to keep the car as clean as I do. He’s not a neat person. But to trash it like that?
I was really, really mad.
I became even angrier when it was clear that Kurt felt I was overreacting. When I tried to explain that I was upset because that had been my car that I had paid for with my money from my first job, and that I expected at least some sort of respect to be shown to it, he didn’t understand. He simply told me he’d clean it out, it was no big deal, he’d take care of it.
He did end up cleaning it out, but the situation also ended up turning very, very nasty. I ended up taking a three-hour nap this afternoon because I was so upset, and because I am still exhausted from our busy weekend. (And then I woke up to the dog having peed on the carpet while I was sleeping…. gahhh.) We’ve apologized and made up, but I am still pretty…. depressed. I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but I do feel myself shutting down to a point.
But it stormed today. Maybe that’s not good news for most of you, but I enjoy a good summer storm. I know it was storming fairly hard while I was napping, and then again after dinner. We even got an Emergency Broadcast Alert coming through the tv, warning of severe thunderstorms in the area. Since when do the Emergency Alerts do anything but run tests?? I got all excited. But it was just a lot of big thunderclaps and some heavy rain. Grace was a bit scared, but I made sure she knew it was all noise and couldn’t hurt her.
So here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day. Oh, and that 1 July and my parents’ safe return comes quickly.