I had a bad dream about my mother-in-law last night. She was telling me what a good cook she is (she does tell me this, repeatedly), and how I should really use her recipes if I want to make Paul happy (she doesn't say this outright, but constantly hints it). I summoned up all my courage and told her that Paul doesn't actually like her cooking (this is true). She said knowingly, "Oh, I think he does," and then rapidly started talking about something else--which is EXACTLY what she does whenever I disagree with her on any subject: flatly contradicts me and then goes on to another subject in the same breath so I can't argue. The whole encounter was so realistic. Thanks to my subconscious, I get extra time with my mother-in-law!
This is Day 5 of her not telling us that she's coming for a visit. At first I thought--charitably, and then feeling righteous and lovely for being so charitable toward someone I can't stand--that perhaps she was just waiting to mention it the next time she wrote to us, which would be a perfectly reasonable thing for her to do (more self-awarded points for me, for being so reasonable myself). But she has now emailed us, and has failed to mention the trip, which tells me that she's hiding it. One thing I hate about Paul's family is how SECRETIVE they all are. Last time she visited she took a plane, and she hid her departure date. As if we weren't going to find out! She also won't tell us how she meets her boyfriends, which of course makes me assume she meets them in some shameful, sordid fashion (I picture her hanging out in the hallways of nursing homes, licking her lips and waggling her eyebrows suggestively at all the old men wheeling by), but probably just means it makes her feel powerful not to tell.
I went to the dentist earlier this week for what was supposed to be just a cleaning. Actually, never mind, I don't want to discuss this after all, forget I said anything. Suffice it to say that dentist stuff, it SUCKS. Sucks YOUR MONEY.
It seems like everything needs money from us right now: the couch is broken, the kitchen faucet is broken, the lawnmower is broken, the insurance copays have gone up and we got back-billed for two months' worth of them, the hospital wants to see a little cash for that whole c-section thing, there's our goddamned teeth which ought to be hand-crafted out of solid gold by the time we're done paying for them, etc. Paul is all, "It's going to be okay, it really is," and I guess it will be, but doesn't it sometimes feel as if it's just one huge expense after another your entire life? When will there be big wads of cash that DON'T go for dental work and various insurances and car repairs? And then I can hear buzzing in the back of my mind about how we should have 6 months' living expenses in savings AND be saving for the kids' college educations AND what do you MEAN you don't have a retirement account, you'll NEVER be able to retire now, NEVER, NEVERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I found a couple of old posts I thought I had already posted. Or maybe I did post them and these are unused draft versions, so now I will seem to be repeating myself. Well, whatever, I've posted them now:
Now Is Not The Time
Go relive April and May!
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