Well my house is pretty nice.  I know there's a bunch of stuff I missed doing and that it would be hard to remember what all it was today so I need to brainstorm.  It's hard to think about cleaning when the house feels pretty clean already!

 

I probably would have gone back to bed this morning but Erik is here until noon.  Right now he's on the couch near me watching Black Hawk Down eating McD's for breakfast.  He drove the kids to school this morning - I went too but they loved that.

 

Last night was nice.  I started out a bit irritated because my MIL forced her own agenda but then it was all okay and she behaved mostly. 

 

She DID say "are you sure you want another cat with your history with animals?"  Huh?  We had one cat for about 6 years but got rid of her when we realized her being outside bothered the neighbors - Braeden was a baby and I just couldn't be bothered to constantly try to keep her in anymore.  We found her a good home. 

 

Then we had another cat, Sierra, my sister asked us to take who we had for about 3 years until he also wouldn't stop getting out and we didn't want our neighbors to hate us.  I took him to a friend's house which was kind of like a farm.

 

We had Charlie the ferret for 1.5 years until he died of old age - he was 3 which we found out was old age for a ferret born at a farm (wild ferrets live a lot longer).  He was a pain but he was a ferret - her own ferret was a pain too.  We had Mowgli for 13 years and the last year was a problem but he was sick.  We got Sami and Boothe 2 years ago and got rid of Boothe primarily because we thought he was the root of Mowgli's problem.  We still have Sami. 

 

So what history is she talking about?  But I knew she'd say that - in her mind we're always taking in animals and getting rid of them.  Other than one goldfish we had for 9 months we haven't even had hamsters or gerbils or whatever.  So frustrating but she has lots of weird ideas and opinions so I know I shouldn't take it personally.  I think it's that she thinks things are presposterous, which drives me nuts, or she has weird ideas about things I'm secretly worried about (like I do feel guilty about getting rid of Boothe and feel like we shouldn't have taken in a cat and then gotten rid of him so quickly, and I do feel guilty about Sierra, the other cat we used to have for 3 years because I told Braeden he ran away and he sat and waited for him to come home for months and still talks about him 7 years later).

 

Why can't I just say to myself "she is irritating and loopy so her opinion is not that important?"  Why does it bug me so much?  Especially when she says nice things like I told her my life insurance is $500,000 now and I said I know I'm not worth that much but I want Scott to be able to quit his job and get something local to be with the kids if I die and she said "you are worth every penny of that and more."  Ack!  It'd be easier if she was just mean, you know? 

 

Anyway our night was nice.  Braeden had us laughing sooo hard - he was up in the bathroom going #2 with the door open and doing this comedy routine while on the toilet that we were listening to and all 4 of the adults were practically rolling on the floor and gasping for breath.  So we started talking about Erik's goofiness at that age and that made me dig out a video of him singing karaoke at an amusement park where they also made a video of it - it was the Backstreet Boys "As Long As You Love Me" so we watched that while Erik was groaning and embarrassed, and then I put in my only other videotape of Erik when he was little (we didn't have a video camera until we got one for Christmas right before Braeden was born) - it was his 6th birthday party and we had borrowed a camera and he acted like such a punk in it we were all laughing - his little friend was behind him poking him while he was opening gifts and Erik gets up and chases him and they have this friendly fistfight where his friend ends up on the ground (they were both half smiling so it's not as bad as it sounds) - and Erik watches it and says "man I was a brat!"  And then he saw himself eat which was really bad when he was little -he's eating a cupcake on the tape and he used to use the palm of his hand to finish food by smashing it into his mouth (and all over his face) and he didn't believe me how gross he used to eat so we were all laughing.  A lot of fun - definitely a fun way to end the night. 

 

Not sure what I'm going to do today.  So far I put away a bunch of laundry - I ran out of time yesterday and threw a ton of stuff into our room incuding 3 baskets of clothes.  I also just sorted out the dirty laundry and started a load.  I'll probably just putter.  Man I want to go back to bed!  By the time he leaves it'll be too late tho :-(  I know it's good but wahhh I'm tired!