My mother-in-law has decided that she is not speaking to me. DH and I have been married for 2 and a half years and every few months she decides that she is not speaking to me. The reasons vary: I hand-delivered a baby shower invite to her instead of mailing it like I did every one elses, I asked her if she needed help cooking dinner, and didn’t know that “No, I don’t need your help cooking dinner” really meant, “I want you to know that I need help even when I say no”, and I told her she couldn’t give our 11-month-old son a cupcake right before bedtime, when she ASKED me first.
I have made the fatal mistake, in the past, of going to my DH with her misdeeds. It hurts him SO much. He wants his mother to be different, but, EARTH TO ME, you can’t be responsible for someone else’s bad behavior. I haven’t gone to him for the last couple of little things. Luckily, most of my issues with her are small and not worth worrying about. However, I don’t appreciate her telling lies to my father-in-law, sister-in-law and brother-in-law about what I’ve said and done. LIES.
Thank goodness, this last bunch of lies came out and my husband was there to dispute every single one. We have instituted a new rule, I don’t have to be alone with his mother. It has worked out well for me. She can’t get away with the lies.
I have to say, I am proud of myself, I am eight months pregnant and would *love* to tell this woman where to go, but I won’t. I am not perfect by any means, and it took me almost 2 and a half years to reach a point where I don’t have to explain myself, get angry with her for attempting to sully my reputation, and try to MAKE her understand how wrong I think she is. I’ve come to a point where I JUST DON’T CARE. I’ve quit worrying about trying to please my in-laws. It just can’t happen. It will never happen. I don’t know why it took me so long to wrap my head around it. Since I’ve been just doing what I think is right, and not worrying about what they think, things have been better for me. DH doesn’t care that I’m not buddy-buddy with his mother, as long as I just act as if we are. I think that’s fabulous and totally do-able.
I’m no longer going to act badly anymore because I think she is being unfair. I *do* want my kids to have a good relationship with this woman. She does, after all, hold an important position in their lives, as their grandmother. They will never know that she and I aren’t the best of friends. They will never know that because of the stories and lies their grandmother has fabricated about me, their wonderful Aunt T (my sister-in-law) and Uncle S (her husband) hate my guts, as well. I’ll let the boys figure it out for themselves. RANT over,
The hubby, the boy and I took a little 3-day trip to Oklahoma. On our way there, my husband pointed out that the last time we went to Oklahoma was when I was pregnant with our first boy, and it just happened to be the first time I’d ever been there.
I think we’d both agree that this time I was in a MUCH better mood. Last time, we went and stayed in the nastiest little roach motel in Tulsa. Picture it: the floor was covered in “soot” from so many people smoking, the continental breakfast consisted of stale Cap’n'Crunch, and some drunk guy mistakenly knocked on our door at 3 am. Needless to say, I was pregnant and had *no* sense of adventure. No one knew I was pregnant, and we weren’t ready to tell, and I was so sick and kept having to go be sick the entire time. Everywhere we went, everyone we went with was smoking. I am allergic to smoke, and I’m pretty sure our baby’s lungs didn’t appreciate it either. My husband totally made up for it by taking me through the drive-thru Starbucks every morning we were there for my decaf white mocha.
This time I had a lot more fun. I’m past the sickness stuff. THANK.YOU.JESUS. We got to eat the Cheesecake Factory. I didn’t have to go to the country’s largest gun show. Instead, I hung out with my husband’s best friend’s wife and their baby who is about 9 months younger than our boy. And, might I add, the same size as our boy. It was so cute seeing our boy with theirs. He was really handsy with their boy, and I had to watch him like a hawk.
After talking to my husband’s best friend who has “sleeves” I decided that I might, eventually, want to get a tattoo. The conversation with the hubby on our way home that followed is priceless.
Me: I might want to get a smallish tattoo after the baby is born. One of your friends suggested getting portraits of our kids.
Hubby: Hahaha. That would be funny. As you age, so would our boys because they’d be really wrinkly, too. (Breaks out into hysterical laughter)
Me: Who said I would be really wrinkly when I got old?
Hubby: (30 seconds of dead silence)…Hey, look, another Indian Casino.
Gotta love that man.
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I’ve seen these love lists on several blogs lately, and figured I’d write mine, too. The only catch is there can be no specific mention of any people in your lives. It’s all about YOU.
I love the smell of coffee brewing as I wake up in the morning. I love taking early morning walks just as the sun rises. I love warm sea salt baths at the end of a long day. I love the way the air smells on a cold night after neighbors have lit up their fire places. I love the sweet smell of a baby right after a bath. I love taking long car rides with a Big Gulp Dr. Pepper and all of my Judds CDs. I love driving through the Piney Woods on a sunny day. I love giving and receiving shoulder massages. I love reading and finishing a good book in one sitting, with no interruptions. I love the look on a grooms face as his bride is walking down the aisle. I love the look on a daddy’s face the first time they see their newborn baby. I love 80 degree weather. I love sleeping in on rainy days. I love the smell of rain. I love curling up with my body pillow and fleece blanket to take a nap. I love compliments (giving and receiving). I love sitting at my work table and creating a piece of jewelry to wear the next day with an outifit. I love jumping into bed with clean t-shirt sheets on it. I love classical music, especially Debussy. I love Starbucks Vanilla Mochas. I love pink and purple together. I love the smell of brand-new books. I love it when people send me flowers, especially purple flowers.
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We found out last Friday that we are having a precious baby boy. That shocked us both because this pregnancy has been different in almost every way, and we just knew it was a girl. I carry him differently, I was much sicker and with this boy and I have not been hungry, as opposed to the last pregnancy when I ate my way around the town. We are so excited, though!!!
Two boys. I just think back on all the fun we’ve had with our son. I get to have twice that fun, now. Our boy has quite the personality!!! He greets everyone he sees with his precious little ‘ello, ello’…We’re from Texas, I have no idea where he got the British accent.
And, now, instead of one boy yelling out “Poo-poo, poo-poo” during church, there will be two.
I am, in a way, relieved to be having boys. Not to say I wouldn’t have been just as thrilled to be having a little girl. But, now I don’t have to fix someone elses hair (I don’t even like to fix mine, unless I have to.) And, as my husband pointed out, the only menstrual cycle we will have to contend with is mine. Which, let me tell you, is not a bad thing. I feel confident that I am totally meant to be the mother of boys.
This boy, apparently, is almost twice the size that our now 16-month-old son was at this stage in my pregnancy. Looks like the “big brother” will be the younger brother.
Welcome to my blog, everyone!!! I am totally new at this blogging thing so bear with me.
I am the mother of a cute toddler boy who happens to, also, be a cute sprinting toddler. We are expecting a baby in late summer.
I promise to try not to unleash my raging pregnancy hormones on you!!!!
While I’m still getting things ironed out here is a recipe that is one of my husband’s favorites. …..Enjoy.
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Chicken Marsala
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
1 stick butter 1 cup flour 3/4 tsp seasoned salt 1/2 tsp pepper 1 cup 1% milk 3/4 cup marsala wine 1 cup sliced mushrooms 1/4 tsp rosemary
In frying pan, melt the butter. While butter is melting, combine flour, salt, pepper and rosemary in small bowl. Dip each piece of chicken in milk and shake off any extra. Coat chicken in flour mixture and add to frying pan. Saute’ chicken in butter over medium heat until browned, and turn often. Add more butter if needed. Turn heat to medium and add the mushrooms, and saute until cooked. With mushrooms still in the pan, deglaze with the wine, stirring to get all of the brown bits off the bottom of the pan. Turn heat to medium low and continue to cook sauce, stirring frequently, until sauce has thickened slightly.When sauce is ready, add chicken back to the pan and turn to coat.Remove chicken to serving platter and top with remaining sauce. Optional: decorate with parsley.
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