;)
Wednesday
Sep102008
The Post I Will Be Deleting In Two Weeks When She Sniffs Around My Laptop And Finds My Blog
Wednesday, September 10, 2008 at 12:41AM
My husband's mother, she is a saint.
She retired 2 years ago, and decided to join the Peace Corps. She sold her home, divided all her worldly possessions amongst family and friends, and hopped on a plane to The Flying Spaghetti Monster only knows where in Africa to do things involving, I can only assume, Peace. Also, Corps.
Her oldest grandchild was almost 15 when she left and her youngest was 5 months old. We had, only 3 weeks before, packed up everything we owned and moved to Vancouver, so the transition was easy for everyone. My boys have missed her more than I think any of us thought they would. She is, truth be told, an amazing, attentive, loving, doting grandmother.
And, oh yeah, I kind of hate her guts.
I mean, I am fucking her son and all, and that just never plays into a relationship very well. Add to that the fact that I am the world's most terrible mother, a pathetic excuse for a wife, and don't forget that my carelessness and fertility ruined her son's chance at a successful, real life. We were doomed from the start.
You can imagine how much I have suffered since the day she moved to Africa, how sad and lonely I have been, how I have pined away for her from afar. You can only imagine the sheer joy I felt in my heart when I heard that she was leaving the Corps and moving back to Denver. Where none of her grandchildren live. Where none of her children live. Where her sisters that she sort of hates live.
Bygones.
A few months ago, before she decided to come back for good, she emailed to say she was visiting for 3of3's birthday. Which is, honestly, awesome. The kid needs to meet her gramma already. We got each other on the phone one day soon after the email came and she asked me to research hotels in my neighborhood. I said, "You know the kids aren't going to be okay with you staying in a hotel" to which she replied, "Mr Lady, you? Me? Two weeks? REALLY?" to which I replied, "I'll get back to you on the hotels."
She's been stateside for a week, a week and a half now? I get an email last night. Here it is:
Here is where I fucked up, bigtime. Here is where you should learn from my mistakes. Instead of my follow-up email saying, as it should have, "So, do you still need hotel info or did you already book one?" my dumb-ass, passive argressive, can't even stand up to a 65 year old woman because she scares the fucking shit out of me self asked:
Yeah, you know exactly what the response was:
Fuck. Me. Either I give up all hopes of sanity for two and a half weeks, find some uppers or some serious downers to swallow for a few weeks, and let her stay in my house where we don't have a spare bed, a spare room, or a spare minute, where it would just be me and her and the baby big girl all day, every day because her son works no less than 70 hours a week and the boys are in school 8 hours a day, or I make a poor woman who just spent two years in Africa spend what would clearly be the last few dimes in her retirement fund to stay in a hotel where she'd miss some of the only hours she's had with her grandchildren in two years because I am selfish and don't care about anyone but myself and am clearly no more fit to raise these children than I was before she left.
All of this? Is because I am a pussy. Is because, though I can write fucking odes to carbohydrates, I cannot properly compose one 10 word email to someone who already knows she should be getting a damn hotel room. Is because I left the fucking door wide open, man.
I have two living, breathing, fully existent and sentient parents, and I don't speak ONE WORD to them. There's a reason for that. Why I have to be the one to deal with his mother, I'll never understand. I've never made anyone talk to my mother, let alone try to negotiate with her.
Someone, anyone, get me out of this mess. Or mail me some Valium, and fast.
She retired 2 years ago, and decided to join the Peace Corps. She sold her home, divided all her worldly possessions amongst family and friends, and hopped on a plane to The Flying Spaghetti Monster only knows where in Africa to do things involving, I can only assume, Peace. Also, Corps.
Her oldest grandchild was almost 15 when she left and her youngest was 5 months old. We had, only 3 weeks before, packed up everything we owned and moved to Vancouver, so the transition was easy for everyone. My boys have missed her more than I think any of us thought they would. She is, truth be told, an amazing, attentive, loving, doting grandmother.
And, oh yeah, I kind of hate her guts.
I mean, I am fucking her son and all, and that just never plays into a relationship very well. Add to that the fact that I am the world's most terrible mother, a pathetic excuse for a wife, and don't forget that my carelessness and fertility ruined her son's chance at a successful, real life. We were doomed from the start.
You can imagine how much I have suffered since the day she moved to Africa, how sad and lonely I have been, how I have pined away for her from afar. You can only imagine the sheer joy I felt in my heart when I heard that she was leaving the Corps and moving back to Denver. Where none of her grandchildren live. Where none of her children live. Where her sisters that she sort of hates live.
Bygones.
A few months ago, before she decided to come back for good, she emailed to say she was visiting for 3of3's birthday. Which is, honestly, awesome. The kid needs to meet her gramma already. We got each other on the phone one day soon after the email came and she asked me to research hotels in my neighborhood. I said, "You know the kids aren't going to be okay with you staying in a hotel" to which she replied, "Mr Lady, you? Me? Two weeks? REALLY?" to which I replied, "I'll get back to you on the hotels."
She's been stateside for a week, a week and a half now? I get an email last night. Here it is:
I've gotten my tickets and will be on your doorstep, or least at your airport, very soon. I will arrive in Vancouver on Sept. 17 at (doesn't matter o'clock) on a (airline) flight originating in (American city) and will leave Vancouver on Oct. 3 at (not really anyone's concern o'clock).
Here is where I fucked up, bigtime. Here is where you should learn from my mistakes. Instead of my follow-up email saying, as it should have, "So, do you still need hotel info or did you already book one?" my dumb-ass, passive argressive, can't even stand up to a 65 year old woman because she scares the fucking shit out of me self asked:
What's the plan while you are here? Are you staying with us?
Yeah, you know exactly what the response was:
I leave it to you. I remember from our last conversation about my coming that you felt the kids wouldn't have it any other way. Mostly, I just want it to be easy and fun...and cheap, of course. So, whatever works. Love, (Clever mother in law who just dumped the Bitch Card squarely in my lap)
Fuck. Me. Either I give up all hopes of sanity for two and a half weeks, find some uppers or some serious downers to swallow for a few weeks, and let her stay in my house where we don't have a spare bed, a spare room, or a spare minute, where it would just be me and her and the baby big girl all day, every day because her son works no less than 70 hours a week and the boys are in school 8 hours a day, or I make a poor woman who just spent two years in Africa spend what would clearly be the last few dimes in her retirement fund to stay in a hotel where she'd miss some of the only hours she's had with her grandchildren in two years because I am selfish and don't care about anyone but myself and am clearly no more fit to raise these children than I was before she left.
All of this? Is because I am a pussy. Is because, though I can write fucking odes to carbohydrates, I cannot properly compose one 10 word email to someone who already knows she should be getting a damn hotel room. Is because I left the fucking door wide open, man.
I have two living, breathing, fully existent and sentient parents, and I don't speak ONE WORD to them. There's a reason for that. Why I have to be the one to deal with his mother, I'll never understand. I've never made anyone talk to my mother, let alone try to negotiate with her.
Someone, anyone, get me out of this mess. Or mail me some Valium, and fast.
Reader Comments (88)
The day my sister in law finally settled down, with a husband and family of her own, plus a house with a spare room, which meant that my MIL never had to stay with us again? Was the happiest day of my life.
Tootsie Farklepantss last blog post..http://vintagethirty.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-bit-busy-introducingthe-drive.html" rel="nofollow">I've Been a Bit Busy. Introducing...The Drive By Post
So here's what you do... suddenly, some very urgent and pressing ______ (wedding, death, birth whatever) requires you to be out of time during those two weeks and oh my, whatever will you do- who will watch the kids (and clean my house) so that I can go nurse my_________'s, ________ back to health. Wow, MIL, you have saved the day (see, now she gets to be the hero, granted it's not saving whatever and corping peace in Africa, but... close enough) and you get to go far (or near) away and stay in a hotel and... NOT have to be around her at all, AND, come home to a clean house! Voila! You're welcome.
margies last blog post..http://puddinglegs.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-unfaithful.html" rel="nofollow">I've been unfaithful
You're screwed. And not in an awesome way. In a "I never want to go back to prison after all of that" kind of way.
Backpacking Dads last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackpackingDad/~3/388405051/rez-stories-bumper-pool.html" rel="nofollow">Rez Stories: Bumper Pool
I have nothing impressive to add but this, there's some cough syrups still available OTC with codeine in them. That should help things a bit.
Other than that? Oh, good lord, use the playdate tickets as often as possible. Because you will totally NEED to travel to the outstretches of the suburbs and Vancouver to get her out of your hair. And maybe, just maybe, she could get lost in some sort of a protest at the Art Gallery, if you time it right. And doesn't she REALLY want to see where Josh works?
Zoeyjanes last blog post..http://mommyismoody.com/2008/09/08/random-smoking-thoughts-3/" rel="nofollow">Random Smoking Thoughts #3
I'm sooooo glad my MIL doesn't speak English.
Captain Dumbasss last blog post..http://richmondzoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-school-hurricanes-representin.html" rel="nofollow">Pre-School, Hurricanes & Representin'
I can't help, yet still comment.
Is that a form of Tourettes?
SingleParentDads last blog post..http://singleparentdad.blogspot.com/2008/09/checkpoint-35.html" rel="nofollow">Checkpoint 3.5
I have found that a flask of hard liquor on my person at all times helps during these type of visits.
Weaselmommas last blog post..http://worldofweasels.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-thoughts.html" rel="nofollow">Stupid Thoughts
P.S. I also have darling friends who will call me up with 'My Hamster Needs a bath style emergencies' that only I can help with.
Weaselmommas last blog post..http://worldofweasels.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-thoughts.html" rel="nofollow">Stupid Thoughts
Wow, sounds like the queen of passive-agressive is on her way! "I leave it to you, but remember that the kids want me there!" Holy Cow! Is it possible to stock up on tranquilizers? ;) Hope all goes well!
calicobebops last blog post..http://calicobebop.blogspot.com/2008/09/physically-tough.html" rel="nofollow">Physically Tough
Why do YOU have to be the one to deal with his Mother?
The answer: Because you have a vagina, and you married a penis, and when you signed that Certificate, you didn't read the fine print on the back, left hand corner, in the bottom, (written in white, I believe) that reads: "If you possess a vagina and are signing this paper, you automatically assume responsibility to deal with your new penis' family in ways that he will no longer, ever, be required to do."
They give the guys a magic pen that they can wand over all that shit, and see what it really says, with road maps and directions to get to it, but we're are on our own.
MIL's are a blessing and a curse. But like someone really smart once said - you'll be able to sum this up in a 3 second sentence (or an awesome blog) when it's over. Hang in there!
Missies last blog post..http://deathbychocolatemartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-i-became-asshole.html" rel="nofollow">How I became an asshole...
is it possible at all for you to pay for the hotel? You could insist - so then you look fabulous AND she isn't staying with you... Financially, if you could swing it, I would give it thought. That would totally be my answer for a 2 week visit.
VHMPrincesss last blog post..http://vhmprincess.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-preschool.html" rel="nofollow">1st day of preschool
I'm feel'n for you. My MIL and FIL are divorced and both live out of state....far, far, far away....this is good. Except for the 2 weeks of every year they they come visit. One stays one week in July and the other is coming In December for Christmas. I can't stand either of them. My FIL is a self rightious know-it-all drunk and my MIL is a self centered selfish judgemental opinionated jack ass...oh yeah and a thief....dude...she stole a pair of my shoes...and no I'm not kidding.
Tammys last blog post..http://thopgood-mylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tackle-it-tuesday.html" rel="nofollow">Tackle It Tuesday
I often wonder which is harder: living close to my MIL in Cleveland, where I can bail at any minute during dinner or moving back to my beloved Chicago, where she would have to visit and stay with us cause I too am a pussy.
Good luck. It should make for awesome blog fodder.
ohmommys last blog post..http://www.classychaos.com/2008/09/country-club-for-new-moms.html" rel="nofollow">The Country Club for New Moms
Tell her you can't wait for her to come, clean the sheets on one of the kid's beds, leave a note with the daily schedule, and check YOURSELF into that hotel!
CarolynOnlines last blog post..http://carolynonline.blogspot.com/2008/09/politically-incorrect.html" rel="nofollow">Politically Incorrect
OMG. I laughed my butt off reading this. I love the part where you state you are f'ing her son. My in-laws and I do not get along either and it takes everything I have to not bitch them out.
I hope it all turns out well for you. And if not, I am sure you will have a ton of funny posts headed our way.
Lisas last blog post..http://jujuboo.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday-25.html" rel="nofollow">Wordless Wednesday #25
I say use your passive aggressive skillz to their finest. Encourage your husband to take the first 2 days of his mother's visit off so he can spend some time with her. If she's as bad as you think she is, HE will suggest she get a hotel.
Either that, or use her presence as an excuse to get things done OUTSIDE of the house; she's not really there to visit you, right? So leave her with your youngest and go off to do stuff (like working on your professional barfly membership).
My in-laws stayed with us for 3-4 nights every few weeks for almost 18 months while their new home was being built. (They lived at their year-round cottage the other times.) I feel your pain; but yours is like a flood of MIL, mine was more of a Chinese water torture experience.
People (or, in this case, person) staying at my house? For an extended period of time?
Ah, no.
I like the pay for her hotel idea or the book your own hotel room for you to stay in idea. Might not be feasible, but it would save your sanity!
Janines last blog post..http://bartrides.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-im-good-at.html" rel="nofollow">Guess what I'm good at?
It never turns out well if you were the one to insist that she stayed in a hotel.
I'd have Hubs figure it out or find a way to deal with her living with you all for two weeks. Just go about your business and try to keep things as normal as possible. Fussing all over her and catering to her is going to make this visit worse, wear you out sooner and make the visit seem much longer.
If she stays, I recommend you two buy a futon.
I wish that I was brilliant this morning and had something better. HUGS........
One Moms Opinions last blog post..http://onemomsopinion.blogspot.com/2008/09/governor-sarah-palin.html" rel="nofollow">Governor Sarah Palin
Oh wow its posts like these that make me thank God i don't have inlaws anymore.
If I have to put up with it, so should you.
You should let her have your bed too.
Xbox4NappyRashs last blog post..http://xbox4nappyrash.blogspot.com/2008/09/bushel-and-camels-back.html" rel="nofollow">The bushel and the camel's back
Next time, let me know and I'll compose a politically correct response for you that you can cut and paste. You'll be off the hook and she'll be at the nearest Best Western.
You've gone and stepped in it for now though. I suggest following SciFi Dad's advice. Start a nice garden. Tell her you're off helping the homeless. Out of the house will prevent out of your mind.
Jims last blog post..http://h31n0us.blogspot.com/2008/09/curse-of-crapmobile.html" rel="nofollow">The Curse of the Crapmobile
Can't you just respond that SHE was right in her first email and you think she'd be more comfortable in a hotel? Then you are, at least, reminding her that she said it first!
Oh, I hate MILs. They are so evil.
Karlys last blog post..http://wipingupsnot.com/2008/09/09/i-will-get-him-for-this/" rel="nofollow">I Will Get Him For This
Easy and fun and cheap. Backpacking Dad's right: you ARE screwed.
Ellies last blog post..http://meandyouandellie.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon-dance.html" rel="nofollow">Moon Dance
I live with my MIL. UGH. nuff said.
Kims last blog post..http://www.joggingincircles.com/journal/2008/9/10/wordless-wednesday-2009-super-bowl-ring-contenders.html" rel="nofollow">Wordless Wednesday - 2009 Super Bowl Ring Contenders
that room is open at the top of the stairs... waiting for you.
the planet of janets last blog post..http://www.fromtheplanetofjanet.com/2008/09/hotelness.html" rel="nofollow">Hotelness
You have suddenly made me very glad that my in-laws live about 5 miles away. There is absolutely no excuse for them to stay with me. And my mother knows that I would kill her and bury her in the woods somewhere. She's only 30 miles away anyway.
My suggestion, start a major remodeling project. I mean ladders and saws and debris everywhere. Tell her that although you would love for her to stay with you, there is currently a bathtub in the living room and the new oven is standing in the dining room wrapped in plastic.
Jennifers last blog post..http://injennifershead.com/?p=251" rel="nofollow">The Obamessiah’s Winning Strategy
I think CarolynOnline has the best idea. Find somewhere else to be all day, everyday. Good luck!
Your mother in law might be worse but my mom is coming to visit me next weekend and she is bringing 3 of my most annoying cousins with her, we have no spare bedroom so the girls are going to have to sleep on the couch. The funny thing is, Luis gets up at 4:30 am and makes breakfast every morning, ha ha ha, they are totally going to be woken up every morning...lol. I'm cruel.
Allie Bears last blog post..http://fridaynightambulance.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-it-week-4.html" rel="nofollow">Losing It - Week 4
How about some real bonding with 3of3: YOU go stay in a hotel and MIL stays at your house with everyone else?
Yeah. I'd have to say you're fucked. Sorry.
Nells last blog post..http://mamaguse.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html" rel="nofollow">Wordless Wednesday
Can you make it so uninviting that she decides to move to a hotel all on her own? Like, have your kids wake up at WTF o'clock and bash around the house getting ready for school. Start some project involving power tools that must be used at inopportune times. Have your stove/dishwasher/washer/dryer develop serious, expensive problems that would mean meals/dishes/laundry could not be done at home. Or, you could develop a stomach bug that rampages thru the house. You certainly wouldn't want to put an older person in the position of catching something like that.
Wow. I'm going to have to remember these tips for the next time my ILs descend on me.
Major Bedheads last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MajorBedhead/~3/387798346/addict.html" rel="nofollow">Addict
I don't suppose you guys can afford to get her a hotel, yourselves? If you COULD, I would get her one in a swanky place, with lots of amenities, and just phrase it that you wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. And then bring your daughter to her to swim in the pool, and stuff like that.
Of course if you can't do that, perhaps you have a good health insurance plan that includes a low prescription drug co-pay and you can double up on the Xanax.
Candys last blog post..http://imnopoodle.wordpress.com/2008/09/09/thank-u/" rel="nofollow">Thank U
EEK...you poor thing...Put a tent in the backyard and tell her it's the Peace Corps all over again only in Vancover. Let the kids stay out there with her explaining they wanted to know what she went thru while passing out peace in Africa...
A less cruel method would be offer to pay for her hotel stay - if you can swing it of course...
I'm glad I don't have inlaws any longer...
HUGS!!
Darlas last blog post..http://dmmos.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-o-u-c-h-d-o-w-n.html" rel="nofollow">T-O-U-C-H-D-O-W-N
Okay, here's my idea.
Give it back to her, since she's the one who initially said she knew staying with you wasn't such a good idea.
Here's what your email response should say...
"Of course you're welcome to stay with us, but just in case you'd feel more comfortable, here are some options of places to stay near us.
The kids are looking forward to seeing you!"
xoxox! & good luck.
I have a MIL who's been flat-out rude and mean to all of her daughters-in-law, myself included.
The policy here in Jenworld is that *I* deal with anything having to do with *my* family and *my husband* deals with *his* family. Which means that he handles 100% of the arrangements with his mother. Also, I had it written into our marriage contract that he is present and attending when his family is around. He takes off the time from work, he is in charge of entertaining the guests, and he's in the kitchen with me cooking all the food necessary to satisfy his mother, who eats like a linebacker.
So, I guess what I'm saying is that your husband needs to step in and deal with this. He needs to either make his mother's stay in your house as easy for you as possible OR he needs to check Ma into a hotel and then talk to her about it. If he takes the former course, he needs to get Ma out of the house every single day and keep her out of your hair. If he takes the latter option, he needs to man up and tell Ma that your house is too small for a guest, she would be uncomfortable, she would have no privacy, etc.
Good luck!
October, huh? Well, it sounds like the perfect time for you to earn some extra money. Those Halloween shops always need help and wow, look at that! Gramma gets more time with the kids than she ever expected. Win win.
At least it's only a week. My MIL lives just three miles away. I have to see her almost every day. My parents live on the opposite side of the country. We haven't seen them since April 2007.
VegasDads last blog post..http://ivegasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-up.html" rel="nofollow">wake up
You are a far better daughter-in-law than I, for even offering up the possibility of her staying with you (even if you were really hoping for a "no").
If I even thought my husband's mother wanted to stay with us, I would either: A) take my children, myself, and all personal and/or self-incriminating information to another location during her visit, or B) reply with "FUCK! NO!" in a large point bold font. (My response would depend upon which side of the Passive-Aggressive fence I was on at the moment.)
What if you suggested her staying with you for part of her visit, and then spending the rest of the time in a hotel? Explain that your household has to have a routine in order to run smoothly, and that having an extended house guest would be throwing the kids off their schedule for too long and would result in utter chaos. In other words, I'm saying "Blame the kids!"
Good luck.
Amaelijas last blog post..http://amaelija.wordpress.com/2008/09/10/discovering/" rel="nofollow">discovering…
If there is any way at all that you all can pay for a hotel, and thankfully it doesn't have to be fancy since anything will seem fancy since she just came back from Africa, DO IT. If not, put her in the basement and make the boys shack up together again, and curl up in the fetal position for two weeks.
My mother is gracing the rest of the family with her presence for the first time in two years on Thursday.....and I will not be seeing her. I will be curled up in a corner as well.
abunslifes last blog post..http://bunslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-dowhat-to-do.html" rel="nofollow">What to do....what to do....
Sooo...would you like the Valium overnighted?
If it makes you feel better...MY FIL lives about a mile from me...so when my husband is home (which is ONLY ON THE WEEKENDS), he drops by RANDOMLY and calls at 7AM (like he doesn't know I've been fucking HIS son all night) and then...wants to know what's for dinner.
BOO-YA!
Lynettes last blog post..http://myundercoverlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-in-southern-california-there-are.html" rel="nofollow">Grocery List?
Use that time to make appointments you need.... even ones you don't need.
Invite other friends with kids over to be a buffer ... or to make here leave for some alone time for herself. Smoke pot ... lots of it.
If anything... you will have some great blog fodder!
Nancys last blog post..http://mariemillard.blogspot.com/2008/09/art-and-apple-festival.html" rel="nofollow">Art and Apple Festival
Quite the family, isn't it? I'll be thinking of you and laughing, but just a little, because my time comes at Xmas.
Girl, girl....I let my MIL live with me for 7 years, till we hated each other and I could barely get rid of her ass.
Get her a hotel, mortgage your fucking house to pay for it.
Trust me.
christys last blog post..http://thesouloneverypath.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-anyone-make-orgasmic-bad-thing-sigh.html" rel="nofollow">Can anyone make orgasmic a bad thing? Sigh.
That is so something I would do. I am way to fucking nice and I do things like that all the time and then I get pissed at my lack of a spine. And you know what, no one ever really returns the favor. I go out of my way to be nice and it is never reciprocated. You would think I would learn the damn lesson by now.
Maybe you could come down with the plague? The plague that will only allow her to be there when all the kids are around?
Kristabellas last blog post..http://fullofsnark.com/2008/09/10/bacon-crashes-my-pity-party/" rel="nofollow">Bacon Crashes My Pity Party
You poor thing. Oh no wait. I LIVE next door to my MIL so all I have to say is Suck it up wussy. She could be there 24/7!
Tiffanys last blog post..http://stuck-in-the-sticks.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-almost-died.html" rel="nofollow">I Almost Died
I suggest you re-book her a flight to Switzerland and have her sent through the Large Hadron Collider.... that might actually create a black hole big enough to impress someone.
Sleep Deprivation Ninjas last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SleepDeprivationNinja/~3/387406388/badass-daddy-blogger-calendar-who-rocks.html" rel="nofollow">Badass Daddy Blogger Calendar + Golden Shuriken Awards
Just tell her you have no room. And that you are cat sitting. She can come over when the boys are home from school.
Misss last blog post..http://justmiss.wordpress.com/2008/09/10/holy-blogger-weekend-batman-pt-2/" rel="nofollow">Holy Blogger Weekend Batman - Pt. 2
Hmm...make her go away. Have everyone eat spicy chili and take monster shits in every bathroom, then turn the heat on high and let the smell fester. She'll walk in, pass out, and you'll be able to steal her credit card and check her into a hotel before she wakes.
Marias last blog post..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmoralMatriarch/~3/388292144/" rel="nofollow">May I Ask You a Question?
My wordless week is officially over, I've killed umpteen fairies and I'm done...back to blogging, back to commenting :) Long live the blog fairies.
Megryansmoms last blog post..http://lookitsmegryansmom.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-nothing-blogworthy.html" rel="nofollow">I Have Nothing Blogworthy :(
Alright. I'll step up and help you. But you must keep this a secret as this is highly illegal. I don't want to go to jail.
Shhhh....
Put a little Tylenol PM in her morning coffee and evening water.
Shhhhhh....
There. Problem solved. Your welcome.
krissys last blog post..http://firecrackermomma.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-lordy.html" rel="nofollow">Oh My Lordy....