I'm back....

We have DSL, and I'm back among my cyber-sistas once again. I've missed you all, and I've especially missed having a place all of mine own to vent. I need to vent.

I'm so stressed. Maura is sleeping through the night every couple of days or so, but I never sleep through the night. I'm awake. My brain is running circles in the dark. I'm so tired.

The move went fairly well. It was stressful, as moves often are, and I usually am around my in-laws. We spent some time settling in after everyone left, making the house our own. There are still many boxes to unpack, but at least I'm able to find most things most days.

This past week, Paul was off work--on vacation. We were really looking forward to spending some time with just the three of us, getting things done around the house, exploring the area. I was looking forward to starting to paint the nursery.

Monday, my MIL had an appointment where they live for a hearing evaluation. She was unhappy with the results. She needs hearing aids for both ears. This does not surprise anyone but her. She obviously doesn't hear the majority of what is said to her, and she always yells. But she was devastated. So they decided to come for a visit, thinking that seeing Maura would cheer her up.

Her first day here was fine. But I started going a little crazy by the afternoon of the second day. I don't want to rehash things, so I won't go into detail. We just don't get along sometimes. Our ways of doing things are very different, and we are both stubborn. Things have been difficult.

My FIL painted the nursery. I'm a little bummed, because I like to paint. And I could have helped, but I felt that I needed to keep and eye on MIL with Maura. MIL is unsteady on her feet, and I'm nervous as hell about her carrying the baby up or down the many steps that we have in this house.

I still have a big part of the nursery to finish. I'm going to do some decorative painting on the ceiling. We didn't tell FIL about that. He'd try to become Michelangelo and do it himself. And quite frankly, the control freak that I am would not be happy with it. I want to do it. Call me Michelangelo if you will...

The are still here. I think that they are leaving tomorrow. Oh, they've put money down on a lot in a nearby neighborhood. They are going to build a house. They are going to live here, just blocks away. They are going to be in town every single day.

I think that I need a drink...