Tomorrow my MIL will be heading home.
She'll probably leave in the morning. I know I have told you how good it has been to have her here and how very helpful she has been. And I absolutely mean that. But it is also time for her to go now. I'm more aware of that today than before. It's just time for it to just be our little family in our house again. There's too much confusion. Or as my grandmother would have said:
"Too many chiefs and not enough Indians."
I'm kind of looking forward to it, to just being left alone. I think we will just do absolutely nothing once she leaves tomorrow. It'll just be peaceful and no one cracking a whip, wanting to reorganize the box of gloves and scarves or go through the summer swimwear. Of course it also means that clean laundry won't magically appear in our drawers and no one else but me will be cleaning up the kitchen. But that's reality, right? And that's what we want to get back to.
Today we went to Pizza Hut again for a "last fling" lunch on Grandma's last day here. We can go there and all of us (2 adults and 3 kids) eat the buffet for about $15 dollars because of some card we have that you get punched (and we go on Mondays because you get double punches) to earn a free lunch buffet. So it's a good deal.
We also went to Walmart and then to the library. We got a whole bag full of books to keep us entertained on these cold, empty, quiet days stretching ahead of us. I planned to pick up a book someone recommended (Laura), but I thought I'd recall the title by memory and evidently my memory failed me in this area. So I didn't get that book. I did get the book "The Borrowers" for a read aloud. Anyone read this book to their children? I know nothing about this book. Just grabbed it off the shelf.
The librarian checking us out reminded me about the
Children's Story Hour for preschoolers on Wednesdays.
I reminded her (because she sees us often) that we have a
new born and she instantly seemed to toss out her
invitation. Like "Don't even attempt to come."
I found this amusing.
Guess what?
It's still COLD COLD COLD here in Middle TN.
I guess it's cold everywhere since I hear it being talked about on a national level. Are we just a bunch of pansies now that it becomes this thing we talk about on the news? Or is it really something very unusual? I mean, I think it's been cold in the past....colder than this. And it didn't make the news.
Is this global cooling now?
But in keeping with my new pattern of constant griping and complaining, I just thought I'd tell you that it's still cold and I am so done with this bitter coldness. The snow has mostly melted away--and I'm glad of that. I told you how I feel about snow. And I think I threatened bodily harm to those who would sing the praises of snow.
Yeah, you should really be afraid of the threat of bodily harm coming from me.
Have you ever seen me?
Once when I was in high school, this girl thought I was moving in on her boyfriend and she sent a message to me that I had better stay away from him or she was going to kick something of mine (I'm sure you can imagine what part of my anatomy she was aiming her boot at). I remember just thinking she was out of her mind to even send word of such a threat to me. I mean, that is just so not me. There's no physical violence going on here. Never has been and hopefully never will be. Even on the smallest scale. What would I do if somebody came at me? I mean, I'm quick with the wit at times, but is it appropriate to make snide, sarcastic remarks to someone who is swinging a fist in my face?
I don't know.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter."
(What is that line from anyway?)
Oh wait---I did slap my older brother once.
I don't remember what he said or what was happening. I just remember us standing in my mother's kitchen. I was probably in Jr. High and he was in High School. Whatever it was he said, I slapped him right on the face
(like some woman from a black and white movie
---I'm sure I'd have thrown a martini in his face
if we'd been older, right?)
and told him to never say that to me again.
And it was such a slap-worthy thing he said that I have
absolutely NO idea right now what it was.
But there you have it.
My one violent outburst.
My big fight.
But you don't see my older brother coming around here
saying annoying yet forgettable things, do you?
Stay warm, Dear Reader.
It's cold outside.
She'll probably leave in the morning. I know I have told you how good it has been to have her here and how very helpful she has been. And I absolutely mean that. But it is also time for her to go now. I'm more aware of that today than before. It's just time for it to just be our little family in our house again. There's too much confusion. Or as my grandmother would have said:
"Too many chiefs and not enough Indians."
I'm kind of looking forward to it, to just being left alone. I think we will just do absolutely nothing once she leaves tomorrow. It'll just be peaceful and no one cracking a whip, wanting to reorganize the box of gloves and scarves or go through the summer swimwear. Of course it also means that clean laundry won't magically appear in our drawers and no one else but me will be cleaning up the kitchen. But that's reality, right? And that's what we want to get back to.
Today we went to Pizza Hut again for a "last fling" lunch on Grandma's last day here. We can go there and all of us (2 adults and 3 kids) eat the buffet for about $15 dollars because of some card we have that you get punched (and we go on Mondays because you get double punches) to earn a free lunch buffet. So it's a good deal.
We also went to Walmart and then to the library. We got a whole bag full of books to keep us entertained on these cold, empty, quiet days stretching ahead of us. I planned to pick up a book someone recommended (Laura), but I thought I'd recall the title by memory and evidently my memory failed me in this area. So I didn't get that book. I did get the book "The Borrowers" for a read aloud. Anyone read this book to their children? I know nothing about this book. Just grabbed it off the shelf.
The librarian checking us out reminded me about the
Children's Story Hour for preschoolers on Wednesdays.
I reminded her (because she sees us often) that we have a
new born and she instantly seemed to toss out her
invitation. Like "Don't even attempt to come."
I found this amusing.
Guess what?
It's still COLD COLD COLD here in Middle TN.
I guess it's cold everywhere since I hear it being talked about on a national level. Are we just a bunch of pansies now that it becomes this thing we talk about on the news? Or is it really something very unusual? I mean, I think it's been cold in the past....colder than this. And it didn't make the news.
Is this global cooling now?
But in keeping with my new pattern of constant griping and complaining, I just thought I'd tell you that it's still cold and I am so done with this bitter coldness. The snow has mostly melted away--and I'm glad of that. I told you how I feel about snow. And I think I threatened bodily harm to those who would sing the praises of snow.
Yeah, you should really be afraid of the threat of bodily harm coming from me.
Have you ever seen me?
Once when I was in high school, this girl thought I was moving in on her boyfriend and she sent a message to me that I had better stay away from him or she was going to kick something of mine (I'm sure you can imagine what part of my anatomy she was aiming her boot at). I remember just thinking she was out of her mind to even send word of such a threat to me. I mean, that is just so not me. There's no physical violence going on here. Never has been and hopefully never will be. Even on the smallest scale. What would I do if somebody came at me? I mean, I'm quick with the wit at times, but is it appropriate to make snide, sarcastic remarks to someone who is swinging a fist in my face?I don't know.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter."
(What is that line from anyway?)
Oh wait---I did slap my older brother once.
I don't remember what he said or what was happening. I just remember us standing in my mother's kitchen. I was probably in Jr. High and he was in High School. Whatever it was he said, I slapped him right on the face
(like some woman from a black and white movie
---I'm sure I'd have thrown a martini in his face
if we'd been older, right?)
and told him to never say that to me again.
And it was such a slap-worthy thing he said that I have
absolutely NO idea right now what it was.
But there you have it.
My one violent outburst.
My big fight.
But you don't see my older brother coming around here
saying annoying yet forgettable things, do you?
Stay warm, Dear Reader.
It's cold outside.
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3 comments:
Does you MIL read your blog? I have you beat. Our family of six lived with my in laws for SIX months! By the end, it was definitely time for us to move! I know that just as much as we love our MILs and are so thankful for them, God did not intend for us to live with them for any length of timee (I'm sure they feel the same way). I love my own family dearly. But, I hope I don't ever need to live with anyone but own little family for any length of time. Enjoy your relaxing day tomorrow!
If my MIL reads my blog, I'm not aware of it. I don't really tell people in my daily life about it because I feel like that would flavor what I write. Not that we're aiming for literary awards here or something, but I just want to feel free to empty the contents of my head or say whatever.
I got a text message yesterday saying that J was in the hospital. Now the first J that came to my mind was your J. And I prayed and prayed. Turns out I know 2 J's - God knows which J to apply the prayers to but I'm so glad it wasn't your J.
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