Monday
Sep152008
Personally, I Don't Even See a Glass
Monday, September 15, 2008 at 1:05PM | Mr Lady
The glass is half empty: Today is the last day before the anti-christ my darling mother-in-law descends upon my happy home. Which means, of course, that today is the last day I get to spend any time whatsoever on the internet until October 4th, because honestly? I spend too much time on the internet, and I can only imagine the *sighs* and the *eye-rolls* and there is no way in hell I'm giving that woman any more 'She's A Shitty Mom' ammunition, so the ol' laptop is getting buried under my pillow for the next few weeks, and maybe you'll see me popping around the internetowebosphere while I'm "sleeping." Because god knows there will be no heavier action than that going on in my bed for a while.
I will be forced for the next few weeks to wash dishes after every meal, to do at least one load of laundry every day, to sweep and vacuum daily, to dust for Christ's sake, because if I don't do it, she will. And I cannot handle anyone at all cleaning my shit. It wigs me the fuck out. And she'll totally try to clean my house, just to prove that she's better than me. That I need her. That she can take care of these people better than I can. (Which is probably true. Bygones.) I will also be forced to find all sorts of activities to keep her, and me by proxy, busy enough that I don't start talking. Because when I get nervous, I fill the empty spaces by talking. And talking. And talking. Myself, right into holes. It could get ugly.
The glass is half full: I have a great big list of touristy things to do with my mother in law to keep her from drilling me for information she can later use against me so that she will have an amazing time and go home fulfilled and happy and ready to begin her golden years. I purposely signed 3of3 up for one day of preschool and one day of mom & me dance class so that gramma could take her. The boys school has a free, drop-in literacy mom & me class that gramma can take her to, to bond, you know? All of this gives me time to get some laundry done and mop the floors and sneak cigarettes.
I'm hoping that by the time she leaves, I'll be on a decent cleaning-my-house schedule, which I really desperately need. I'm hoping I can talk her into teaching me how to sew, and maybe I can start in on the projects I have stuck in my head. I'm hoping that 3of3 will fall head over heels in love with her, just like my boys already are. I'm hoping that this visit is everything my boys dream it will be, because they've got some high expectations. I'm hoping that The Donor and I actually get our shit together enough while she's here to get the hell out of this house for a weekend and go celebrate our 10th anniversary with a hotel room, quiet morning coffee, and swanky little dinners by candlelight.
Or, you know, I'll just go absolutely bat-shit crazy, and start talking in only run on sentences and referring to myself in the third person and eating nothing that isn't Fuchsia and then can you just imagine how much fun this blog will be? Win - Win.
I will be forced for the next few weeks to wash dishes after every meal, to do at least one load of laundry every day, to sweep and vacuum daily, to dust for Christ's sake, because if I don't do it, she will. And I cannot handle anyone at all cleaning my shit. It wigs me the fuck out. And she'll totally try to clean my house, just to prove that she's better than me. That I need her. That she can take care of these people better than I can. (Which is probably true. Bygones.) I will also be forced to find all sorts of activities to keep her, and me by proxy, busy enough that I don't start talking. Because when I get nervous, I fill the empty spaces by talking. And talking. And talking. Myself, right into holes. It could get ugly.
The glass is half full: I have a great big list of touristy things to do with my mother in law to keep her from drilling me for information she can later use against me so that she will have an amazing time and go home fulfilled and happy and ready to begin her golden years. I purposely signed 3of3 up for one day of preschool and one day of mom & me dance class so that gramma could take her. The boys school has a free, drop-in literacy mom & me class that gramma can take her to, to bond, you know? All of this gives me time to get some laundry done and mop the floors and sneak cigarettes.
I'm hoping that by the time she leaves, I'll be on a decent cleaning-my-house schedule, which I really desperately need. I'm hoping I can talk her into teaching me how to sew, and maybe I can start in on the projects I have stuck in my head. I'm hoping that 3of3 will fall head over heels in love with her, just like my boys already are. I'm hoping that this visit is everything my boys dream it will be, because they've got some high expectations. I'm hoping that The Donor and I actually get our shit together enough while she's here to get the hell out of this house for a weekend and go celebrate our 10th anniversary with a hotel room, quiet morning coffee, and swanky little dinners by candlelight.
Or, you know, I'll just go absolutely bat-shit crazy, and start talking in only run on sentences and referring to myself in the third person and eating nothing that isn't Fuchsia and then can you just imagine how much fun this blog will be? Win - Win.
Reader Comments (56)
Well, it has to be said, and apparently I'm the first one to do so. With all the love in the world, wherein I really don't want you to be unhappy and hope you get quiet cafe time in the am after getting laid all night in a hotel room that you stumbled to after a swanky dinner:
Anything that happens will make for some damn funny/angry/entertaining/somethingelse posts. So. Um. I'll cross my fingers that the posts are you know, just fine. Is that what we want? Contentment in the MrLady-o-sphere? Not damn _______?
missed you in Seattle, yo. It's not like I was hiding. I had a frickin' baby in a backpack and I was wandering all over the tourist traps.
I feel for you, I really do. Nothing is worse than outside pressure in your own home! I hope that all of the "bright sides" your looking forward to come to pass - that would certainly be a win-win! Take care, don't go too crazy! ;)
Once upon a time, calicobebop wrote..http://calicobebop.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-warrior.html" rel="nofollow">Weekend Warrior
I mentioned that my in-laws came to live with us for 2-3 day stints every few weeks for a year and a half, right? Did I mention that during that time we were trying to conceive our second? Oh, and that they always came when my wife was ovulating (meaning I didn't)? Uhm, yeah. One time we actually tried to "make the boom boom" but after the fifth "ssshhh..." we decided having the sexy like teenagers in your parents house? Not cool.
Definitely take the opportunity to get away for an overnight with your husband. That is an excellent idea.
Once upon a time, SciFi Dad wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesFromTheDadSide/~3/390550577/intentions.html" rel="nofollow">Intentions
My MIL travels to visit From Hawaii to Virginia. Luckily (for us) she only stays for about a week because she has family in Southern Virginia that he goes to harass, er, I mean visit with.
Luckily the 13 hour flight discourages the regular visits that I hear so many people have to deal with, but it seems she stores up all of the criticisms, all of the political rants, (She's somewhere to the right of Fallwell on the political spectrum, while we're both to the left of Lenin.)
Lately though she's been talking about moving to virginia to be more near to her grandkids... I've been trying to figure out how to discourage the idea.
Anyway - Good luck in your visit from hell. It will all make great blogfodder if you can survive it. ;-)
Once upon a time, ShredderFeeder wrote..http://www.shredderfood.com/?p=158" rel="nofollow">Cookies!
Hey Lady! Good luck with the shit! Peace, Mike.
I hope the visit is more pro then con. And really, people who HAVE to clean other people's houses deserve what they get.
Once upon a time, texasholly @ June Cleaver Nirvana wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JuneCleaverNirvana/~3/393128138/there-is-song-in-my-potluck.html" rel="nofollow">There is a song in my potluck
Fuchsia? Is that even a food or is it a state of mind?
Girl, my MIL stayed with me for 3 MONTHS. So I understand your complete and utter pain. I suggest a pillow in the bathroom to stifle the sobs of complete and utter exhaustion from the SMILING and the ITS OK I HAVE GOT IT and the YES I KNOW YOU DO IT THAT WAY BUT I FIND THIS WAY WORKS FOR ME OH OK LETS DO IT YOUR WAY THEN and YES I KNOW THAT CUT OF MEAT IS A TAD EXPENSIVE BUT WE DON'T PARTICULARLY CARE FOR COW INTESTINE OK FINE PUT IT IN THE TROLLEY THEN
If I was the praying kind I would. Email me anytime beautiful lady, I will take a tally of the grey hairs for you.
Once upon a time, Kelley wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MagnetoBoldToo/~3/391541679/" rel="nofollow">8 minute shower.
AHHHHAAAHHHHH!!!! Screaming for you. I love my own MIL but I've never had to entertain her in my home for more than an afternoon...
Hope it goes well!!
Once upon a time, tracey wrote..http://tracey-justanothermommyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-just-didnt-talk-about-it.html" rel="nofollow">We Just Didn't Talk About It
Love my in-laws. I lived in their basement apartment for a few years while engaged, newly married and after having our first baby. We go on vacation with them every year for a few weeks. That being said...having them come and stay at my house is another story. A night or two is fine. Poking around in my life and having all exposed for judgment...ai-chi-wow-wa!
Good luck. Hope it goes well. If it doesn't, at least it will make for good blog fodder;)
Once upon a time, Ashlie- MommyCosm wrote..http://www.mommycosm.com/journal/2008/9/15/what-do-obama-fried-chicken-stonyfield-farm-benjerry-and-the.html" rel="nofollow">What do Obama, fried chicken, Stonyfield Farm, Ben&Jerry and The Common Man have in Common?
Sending you the most sincerest luck.
Just imagine... if she teaches you hot to sew, you can make matching outfits for the family. That would so sweet. ;)
Once upon a time, ohmommy wrote..http://www.classychaos.com/2008/09/to-my-daughter-on-her-18-month-birthday.html" rel="nofollow">To my daughter, on her 18 month birthday, 32 days late
Keep us updated. We are SO interested to hear how all the house cleaning goes. Augh!!
Once upon a time, Mrs. Who wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IKnowWhereYouCanFindIt/~3/393621716/try-it-tuesday-bear-naked-granola.html" rel="nofollow">Try It Tuesday: Bear Naked Granola
Sometimes I try to play a little trick on myself by imagining that something's going to be terrible. Nine times out of ten it's never as bad as I imagine it to be. Not because it won't be bad in one way or another. But because your dread needs to be so incredibly overpowering that no reality can match it. Watch for ulcers. I'm thinking of you.
Once upon a time, apathy lounge wrote..http://wordgirl5.typepad.com/apathy_lounge/2008/09/best-laid-plans.html" rel="nofollow">Best Laid Plans
I have read enough of your posts to know that you are one strong woman. You have issues, but are a survivor. Don't fret. You will never be able to change her outward opinion of you. But she's in YOUR House. Be you. If she doesn't like, that's her problem. She had options.
She doesn't like you because you took her son out of her powers. You sleep with him. She has no control anymore. You are the mother of her grand children. She needs to defer to you not the other way around.
Not that you don't want to keep things polite. But if you don't want her doing the dishes, tell her so. It's your house. My MIL hates my guts more with every passing year. But it also bothers me less with every passing year once I stopped caring what she thought.
I still do not enjoy her visits, but don't totally freak anymore and certainly don't go out of my way more than I would for any other visitor.
I also keep a very tall glass of something on the rocks near at all times to help keep my tongue in check when she takes a verbal jab. But only hold my tongue if the kids are around.
You are wife. You are mother. You are woman. Be you and be strong. If she doesn't like it next time she will opt for a hotel.
Good Luck.
Once upon a time, Weaselmomma wrote..http://worldofweasels.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bird-its-plane-its-nukeweasel-super.html" rel="nofollow">It's A Bird, It's A Plane, It's NukeWeasel-Super Blogger?
Good luck with all that. And if she really wants to clean someone's house, you can send her here!!
Once upon a time, Jill wrote..http://charmingdelightful.blogspot.com/2008/09/power-of-paws.html" rel="nofollow">The Power of Paws
Good luck! We will all miss you- sniff, sniff!
Once upon a time, tenakim wrote..http://therapyfortena.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-end-of-world-im-sorry.html" rel="nofollow">It's the end of the world, I'm sorry!
Weaselmomma gave you some kicking advice. I read that and my first thought was Let's get ready to rumble.
In all seriousness, your in charge. Your the boss here and she's on your turf. Don't give her the power and control. Do whatever you want to do and if she's not happy, call her on her shit while the kids aren't hanging around.
Hubs loves you and chose you. Whatever issues she had with you should be over after all these years. You are his wife, lover, friend and the wonderful mother of three wonderful and beautiful children. The MIL has no reason to be holding a grudge with you from where I'm sitting. She needs to get over whatever issues she's got with you. If she refuses to change her ways that's her problem, don't let her torture you for the rest of her life.
Hugs........ Ping me if you need to chat.
Once upon a time, One Mom's Opinion wrote..http://onemomsopinion.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-issues.html" rel="nofollow">Family issues
I look at it this way: she hates you anyway. Take advantage of her while she's here. Let her clean your house, tsk tsk-ing you the whole time for being a crap housewife. It's like free Molly Maid. Let her cook the meals, entertain the kids, babysit. Go out. Lots. See Dark Knight. See Burn After Reading. (See Spot run. See Dick in Jane. oops, did I say that?) Get a fancy dinner reservation and a sexy hotel room.
Mother-in-laws are good for something. Mine's allowing me to go to Hawaii for a week, sans children. They want to be grandmas? Let 'em at it.
Once upon a time, Latte Mommy wrote..http://lattemommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-whats-goober.html" rel="nofollow">Um, What's a Goober?
Good luck to you. I can't wait to here about the aftermath.
Once upon a time, VegasDad wrote..http://ivegasfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-in-photos.html" rel="nofollow">a weekend in photos
I'm half-hoping for crazy, but that's just me being selfish. Good luck to you!
Once upon a time, April wrote..http://formerlyaprildawn.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-my-fellow-single-mothers.html" rel="nofollow">To My Fellow Single Mothers
I'd like for you to name one food that is fuchsia. Please. I've been thinking for 10 minutes and I got nuthin'.
Once upon a time, Maria wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmoralMatriarch/~3/393836141/" rel="nofollow">Blogging 101
I'm going to share my "dealing with my mother in law" secrets with you. Two words. Mini. Bottles. My MIL thinks I have the most unusual breath and I think her millionth attempt to "Hanitize" me is worth pointing and laughing and not cussing and yelling.
Don't share this secret with too many folks, though. I like being unique in my drunkness. ;)
Once upon a time, WhenSheWorePonytails wrote..http://ponytaildiaries.com/?p=424" rel="nofollow">Taking names
Oh, honey, good luck to you!!! I'm still recovering from my MIL's 2 week visit! ACK!
Once upon a time, VDog wrote..http://www.vdogblog.com/2008/09/i-love-80s.html" rel="nofollow">I Love the 80's
ugh. i am so exhausted just reading that. i'm currently LIVING with the inlaws. 37 days and counting. i feel your pain, i really do.
she steals my laundry. steals it and says she's going to do it. so i think she's going to do it. only she doesn't do it for like three days. and i have no idea where she hides it.
good luck. i think you'll do fine. put a countdown on your blog. i find it doesn't help me at all.
Once upon a time, ms. changes pants while driving wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/typepad/writeon/~3/392737006/oh-my-angst-will-you-share-yours.html" rel="nofollow">oh my angst! will you share yours?
Heh. Your site remembers my name. Good luck. Hugs.
OMG you weren't kidding when you said she really was like the mom on Everybody Loves Raymond. I wish you sanity. I'm rooting for you!
Once upon a time, Jaina wrote..http://girl-with-the-camera.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-dream.html" rel="nofollow">Like a Dream
Ack! She sounds like a handful. That's tough. My MIL started out very difficult, but since we've moved 10 minutes away (my husband swore it was 15 - liar!) she's become a good friend (CRAZY!). Just remember, it's your house, your kids, etc. and she knows that. She may not like it, but she knows it somewhere deep down. And when she leaves, they're all yours again!
Once upon a time, Elle Charlie wrote..http://sometimesagirlneedsablog.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-cause-im-descended-from-poodle.html" rel="nofollow">"Are YOU lookin' at ME?"
My mom's coming to visit at the end of October. My mother-in-law will be here in January. My mother ridicules my cleaning and my MIL just makes me nervous and inferior.
I feel ya, dawg. Sneak a Marlboro for me.
Once upon a time, Darcie wrote..http://cavedweller1019.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-weeks-and-three-days-until.html" rel="nofollow">Five Weeks and Three Days Until Landfall
I say let her clean all she wants. It doesn't matter what you do. She's still gonna judge you and try to manipulate you. You know this. take advantage of her.
AND STOP FEELING GUILTY. DAMN.
*cough* *smooches*
Once upon a time, Miss wrote..http://justmiss.wordpress.com/2008/09/15/for-a-good-time-call/" rel="nofollow">For a good time call…
MILs are just so much fun....NOT! Good luck.
wow. balls of steel. i could not. would not. handle my mother in law for that long.
Once upon a time, ali wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/alimartell/mzqi/~3/393176716/" rel="nofollow">perseverence and how one day i will how to have some
She knows how to sew???? Are you serious???? UGH!!! Well I hope REALLY hope it goes smoothly!!! I will think all sorts of happy good thoughts....IF you send yours in return the following 2 weeks. I love ya sis........HANG IN THERE!!! Or just come to my house for 2 weeks................ :) Kisses
Nothing stresses me out worse than what you are facing...although likely for the opposite of reasons. My MIL spilled coffee in my new car the last time she was here and the silences around this woman are DEAFENING. I keep rambling on in that crazed southern way that I have of trying to be chatty and she is just total NY on me.
Good luck! If you need to pull out the laptop and make the scream heard around the world we will be waiting :)
I'm telling you, it isn't too late to fly to Idaho. We can live in slovenly delight until she goes home. I can guarantee there will be none of htta dusting shit going on at my house.
Once upon a time, Kori wrote..http://korij.blogspot.com/2008/09/lull.html" rel="nofollow">A Lull
Yeah, I've been racking my brain, trying to think of a REALLY NICE WAY to say 'Mom, love you like crazy and I'm so glad you're here and I know the plane tickets are costing you a mint BUT THIS IS MY LIFE, OKAY?
Mother and Stepfather arrive tomorrow.
BIG GULP.
I agree with Miss.....Let her clean all she wants. That is what I am making her do while she is stranded at my house during the day while I am at work!!!! Hehehehe............Hell make her cook too!!!!!! Dont buy into her bullshit!!!! Just like I tell Jen............ :)
ahahaha...well fuschia is the new black you know. In someone's universe. Anyway, I think you should tell her that you have a rule that EVERYONE SLEEPS during naptime, and then you can get at least a little blog addiction in every day. Also, if she doesn't teach you to sew, I totally will. Someday. Seriously.
Once upon a time, MommyTime wrote..http://mommysmartini.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-is-vacation-at-beach-not-vacation.html" rel="nofollow">When is a vacation at the beach not a vacation at the beach?
God, would it kill you to do something nice for that woman?!
I say leave everything falling to shit, scratch your ass repeatedly in front of her, and tell her you forget where you left the kids. It will be like Christmas come early for that kind of person - she'll probably go blue in the face for gathering up the ammunition like a little squirrel with gossip nuts. I mean, can't you see how happy it would make her?
Plus I say let her clean the house. Go get a pedicure while she's doing it. Ten to one this will also decrease the frequency of her stay-in-your-house visits. Twenty to one if you buy a lot of sex toys, cover them in melted butter, and leave them in places she's sure to look.
Once upon a time, anne nahm wrote..http://annenahm.com/?p=504" rel="nofollow">Also, Why is My Hairdryer Plugged in Next to the John?
I am so not jealous. My mother in law is coming this weekend and she rules. Her being here means I DON"T have to do dishes and clean house. I wish she'd be here longer than 4 days. We tried to convince her to move in to the guest room downstairs :)
Once upon a time, Sleep Deprivation Ninja wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SleepDeprivationNinja/~3/393055734/typical-evening-at-ninja-fortress.html" rel="nofollow">Typical Evening at the Ninja Fortress
All I want to say is good luck. And I hope it goes better than you expect. And I hope you and the hubs get the hell outta there for at least one night. *squeeze*
Once upon a time, Fawn wrote..http://fawnahareo.com/2008/09/13/too-good-to-be-true/" rel="nofollow">Too good to be true?
Girl, use her to your advantage. Will you ever really win her over or are you stressing yourself out? Aren't there some things in your house that you don't even want to clean? Manipulate the situation.
1) Drop a challenge. "There isn't a person in this world who could scrub the baseboards, the walls, AND clean under the washer and dryer in one day." If she's worth her weight in MIL intrusiveness, she'll rise to the challenge and prove you wrong. A battle worth losing IMO!
2) Doubt her abilities (while exaggerating your own). "There is no way you can clean that yellow ring on the floor around the boys toilet. I have tried all the best cleaning methods and it is there forever." If she proves you wrong, a tasty piece of Humble Pie, eaten off of a clean floor!
Of course, you can send her to me. I have no problem admitting to my lack of housekeeping skills and I welcome anyone to come prove that they can do a better job. I'll just be on my laptop, waiting until my house is clean.
But really, be strong. Keep a sense of humor about it all.
Once upon a time, DisgruntledMom wrote..http://disgruntledmom.com/2008/09/16/bad-news-for-my-kindergartener/" rel="nofollow">Bad News For My Kindergartener
DUDE. Your mother in law is going to be there for WEEKS?!?! I would LITERALLY kill myself. My mother in law is what evil looks like.
Once upon a time, heather... wrote..http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/2008/09/master-of-nothing/" rel="nofollow">Master of Nothing
Oh my lawd! My sympathies!
I don't mind my current mother-in-law that much, but my late-husband's step-mother walkin' talkin' evil. The last time we saw her, she, her new husband (dad-in-law died 2 days before late-hubby, leaving her the burden of several million dollars), daughter & grandson popped in at our house unannounced. Through the garage door. That leads into the kitchen, past the litter box!!!! I send a Thank You God every time I remember that visit, because I had a maid service in the day before.
My own parents are a different story. My mom likes to iron (?wtf, mom?) so I happily hand over my 10 year old's school uniforms to her every Friday. Dad loves to steam clean carpets (?wtf, dad?) so I generously allow him to whoop up on the living room carpet once a month or so. They know I only go upstairs to scoop the other litterbox, deliver the girls' clean laundry, and wake them/tuck them in at bedtime, so I had no qualms last month when they offered to deep-clean the entire upstairs as an early birthday gift.
My parents feel sorry for me for having "such a big house" and love to help. The step-mother-in-law likes to bash me for having "too big of a house", although hers is bigger. Guess who I love more?
You are a saint.
May the force be with you.
Once upon a time, maggie, dammit wrote..http://okayfinedammit.com/?p=2174" rel="nofollow">up for air
Sux. I would so take to my bed with some mysterious ailment, but then I LOVE it when people clean my house for me.
I am worried about your well-being, but I like the idea of mono-chrome food. Can I talk you into tan, though, because I think you might do better with the "autumn" palette?
Once upon a time, deb on the rocks wrote..http://www.debontherocks.com/2008/09/desperately-seeking-band-of-post.html" rel="nofollow">Desperately Seeking Band of Post Apocalyptic Renegades
You, my dear are a good women, wife and mom and who the hell gives two shits what she thinks of you as a DIL. Really, who gives a shit eh. You are good enough and you have nothing to prove to her. Relax. It's never as bad as you work yourself up to think it will be anyhow. Cheers!
Dear god I don't particularly believe in,
THANK YOU. Thank you for my mother in law. THANK YOU for her Harley-ridin', cross-country trip takin', exercise-class takin', ten-states-away retirin', cancer-survin', non-intrudin', Jack Daniels sippin' lovely ass.
Because the martyr mother-in-law model? I'm pretty sure I'd simply DIE, leaving her grandchildren motherless and her son without a reliable somethin' somethin'. I mean, it's not that he can't score. It's just that many, many, MANY women pale in comparison to his mom. Not that I'm patting myself on the back. I don't even come close to her but somehow my stubborn mouthiness captured her kid's heart.
And now I'm off to study Oedipal complexes. Hmmmph.
XOXO
The doubter
I absolutely hate if my MIL tries to clean anything.. she has not a clue.. freaks me out.. and I really hope you get the night out with the Doner.. bow chica bow wow is always good for the soul...
Oh.. and good luck with all of that.. seriously..if not road trip to LI.. you can have your own bed and all..
Once upon a time, Kim wrote..http://www.joggingincircles.com/journal/2008/9/15/fight-the-sag-updatethe-good-the-bad-and-the-ugly.html" rel="nofollow">Fight The Sag Update..The Good, The Bad and The UGLY
Just don't break the glass and cut yourself with it. Learn to sew and get your cleaning schedule down and enjoy a weekend away. Oh and touch base with us so we don't worry.
Once upon a time, janethesane wrote..http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/YouSeeWhatYouWantToSee/~3/389238810/i-dont-get-it.html" rel="nofollow">Germs - the other stranger danger
I could use a house cleaner. I don't mind being shown-up, because I KNOW I'm a shitty cleaner. And organizer, for that matter. Okay, I just suck overall. You MIL would totally PWN me. But whatever.
I hope you survive. We'll be sending you ju ju. Lots. And missing you. Lots more.
Hang tough, Lady.
WE LOVE YOU!