Tuesday, May 20, 2008
120 Seconds: Bad Mood
I'm feeling kinda cranky at the moment. I'm listening to Depeche Mode. It's not making me cranky, in fact, I'm finding it soothing. I just finished vacuuming most of the house. That should have put me in a better mood, but at the moment, it has failed to do so. I'm finding it too loud in the house and I really wish my mother-in-law wasn't here. She's in the way and it's to the point where even the sound of her voice grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. I don't know when or if she'll ever leave before I die, but it will not be too soon. I know she's a help to Lori, but I really wish she'd stay out of sight when I was around. Only 10 seconds left. But I don't feel like being done. beep. Ok, guess I'll type some more. One of the things that utterly frustrates me is that she ends up getting far too much play on here which just further angers me because it points to how much of my waking time is spent wishing she weren't here. And so I just sit here shaking my head unable to even come up with words to describe my anger. It's almost like I'm shaking. It's like what my new son does when he tries to suck on someone's finger and realizes that he's not going to get fed, he just shakes his head back and forth very quickly as if to say "NoNoNoNoNo" Yeah, we had a son. I don't even know if I posted about it on the other blog yet. How sad is that? I do know I posted about the photos being available, but I don't think I've posted much about him besides that. He is very mellow and he eats a lot. He actually let us sleep all through the night last night. Lori should have woken him up after four hours and gotten him to eat, but she was so tired that didn't happen. She figures it's the first full night's sleep she's gotten in months. Literally. I've only seen my son for a few seconds tonight. He's either been eating or sleeping on Lori or in my mother-in-law's arms. She needs to go. Lori's promised to talk to her in six days if there's no obvious signs that she's preparing to move on. Lori talked to her last time and they said "end of April" but it came and went and Lori's mom seems to have completely forgotten about it. This time, Lori's promised to issue a declaration of a specific date, a finite point in time I can count down towards.
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whoops - I didn't mean to post my good mother in law story at the same time as your difficult one... just fyi. crazy timing. Good luck. Communication! Even if Painful! That's my motto.
Cost is inversely proportionate to convenience...I feel your pain. Here's a suggestion: with another little one at home (congratulations!!), this is the perfect chance to make physical space the tipping point. Whether you need it at this exact moment or not, you will soon, trust me on this one.
Here's a thought: buy a small tow-behind weekend-type trailer on Craigslist; stick it in the driveway with an extension cord plugged into the garage. Introduce her to her new digs: "Tickled to have you stay here Ma, but this is the best we can do."
Fling in a micro-fridge, hot-plate, mebbe a toaster-oven and call it a day. Colleges will be graduating soon, bet you can pick all those up on the cheap, mebbe even in the same place.
It can't be comfortable enough and doubt she'll find it terribly attractive; if she really digs her heels in she can pay for her own cable, phone, etc.
You get your wife off the hook for being the bad guy, and MIL gets to make her own decision to relocate. Win-win-win. Good luck!!
Cost is inversely proportionate to convenience...I feel your pain. Here's a suggestion: with another little one at home (congratulations!!), this is the perfect chance to make physical space the tipping point. Whether you need it at this exact moment or not, you will soon, trust me on this one.
Here's a thought: buy a small tow-behind weekend-type trailer on Craigslist; stick it in the driveway with an extension cord plugged into the garage. Introduce her to her new digs: "Tickled to have you stay here Ma, but this is the best we can do."
Fling in a micro-fridge, hot-plate, mebbe a toaster-oven and call it a day. Colleges will be graduating soon, bet you can pick all those up on the cheap, mebbe even in the same place.
It can't be comfortable enough and doubt she'll find it terribly attractive; if she really digs her heels in she can pay for her own cable, phone, etc.
You get your wife off the hook for being the bad guy, and MIL gets to make her own decision to relocate. Win-win-win. Good luck!!
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