Wednesday, May 30, 2012

I wanna cry!

Yesterday I got a phone call from hubz. He was livid. FIL went missing for about 30 mins, and when hubz went to check on the laundry (move the wash to be dryer); he found our washing machine taken apart on the back porch in pieces. The washing machine was not getting all the water out of the clothes in the spin cycle. I guess FIL thought he was being helpful by trying to fix it.

He said he was going to get the part today and it would be fixed by the time we got home. So, when I called to check on the status, MIL went to the back and asked, I heard her ask him about the status and he replied, "I cannot put it back together." So MIL tells me he said he needs hubz help to put it back together. I heard what he said, that is NOT what he said.


So now it looks like I am out a washer. FIL already ruined my injection pen and that cost $300. I guess they are made out of money and can afford to break stuff and not worry about the cost.


Sunday, May 27, 2012


I have not blogged in a few days because I was prepping for a convention. In an earlier post I mentioned MIL being bored and wanting something to do and she volunteered to finish the dice bags... so as I was packing thursday night for con she says, "I worked really hard on all these bags, I sure do hope these sell and make some money for us."


Yes she sewed them, but I bought the fabric and cut out all the patterns. US? UGH, perhaps I am being selfish or whatever? Who knows? But anything I am selling is going to profit my business. I have a day job for household contributions.

So we left for con and decided it would be better if we stayed closer to the venue and we needed the time away more than anything. hubz asked them if they would mind watching the dogs and they said no problem. When we came home tonight neither dog had been given their meds and the food and water bowls were empty. HEAVY SIGH! I just hope and pray they put my dogs food down and didn't basically force them to eat their dogs food. Our dogs are on a prescription diet and should not eat anything but they food we give them.

When we walked in the door my living room smelled like feet and vinegar. In the kitchen, an overflowing sink full of dishes and garbage piled a foot and a half high over the top and in piles 2 feet high surrounding the trash bin. We picked up the garbage from the floor and threw it out, but to top it all off, we emptied the can (with NO bin liner I might add) to find MAGGOTS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY CAN!!! The last time the garbage was emptied was by hubz on wed night. He asked FIL to place a bin liner in and FIL agreed to do so, I guess it didn't get done.

I am so disgusted by the state of this house. It as been ONE WEEK and 3 days they have been here and this house looks like a hoarder lives here. The bed we got them, one of their huge dogs either vomited or had diarrhea all over it. It was so bad that it went through the waterproof mattress pad we put on it. we stripped the bed and it got on the mattress. We had to bleach, then steam clean the mattress and box spring.

I came to the bedroom to blog and hubz followed me in and I inquired as to why and he said he didn't want to be in the living room with them... He is getting fed up too.

Someone please show me the silver lining, please.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012


Where do I start?

I didn't blog yesterday because I was totally devastated when I got the news...


(Before I go any further, we live in their home. It was abandoned and dilapidated and in wretched condition. it was a few steps from the city condemning it. When we married we moved into a small apt and hubz son came to live with us, we could not afford the apt any more, we moved into the house, fixing it up little by little. Over 5 years time we have spent a great amount of time and money making this place habitable. So this is their house, but it was our home.)

Now, I mentally, physically and spiritually prepared for MIL's stay. We made room for her and her stuff. We thought this was a her only deal. Well yesterday I get home from work and MIL is telling us how they went to buy FIL some dressy clothes in case he has to go on an interview. I inquire as to when he would be returning home and he said he is looking for work down here. They will live here while he works and send money back home to get the house fixed, then sell it.

There are 4 adults and SIX dogs in what is the equivalent of 850 square feet of usable space. I have 4 little dogs and they have 2 large dogs. Dogs that get in your face while you are trying to have dinner. Dogs that trample my 4 pound chihuahua. dogs that give my little ones anxiety attacks. Dogs that get $10 worth of bar-b-que that I bought, not their owners, ME! But I digress. I will come back to the dogs later.

So they are not leaving. I feel like I do not have a voice here. I don't own the place so I am supposed to just shut up and sit idly by and be happy my peace is disturbed, my life is invaded and my belongings are being ruined or monopolized.

I am a diabetic. I do not have insurance, so medicine is expensive. One of my meds cost $300. I injected myself this morning and put it back in the refrigerator like I do every morning and night. So when I go give myself my nightly meds, one is missing and I asked hubz to go get it. he comes back with a hot pen vial of medicine. When I asked why it was hot, he said it was in front of the fridge. I cried. It is supposed to be refrigerated and it was ruined. I went into the living room, muted the tv and told them that they needed to be more careful because someone dropped my meds and didn't pick them up and now a $300 prescription is ruined. My FIL said, oh, that was me. No sorry, no oops, no nothing! That vial was supposed to last me till mid June, when I can afford to go back to the dr and get the rx refilled. FIL was laid off 2 months ago, they "have no money and cannot afford much right now" so I guess I am S.O.L.

These are people who don't listen to the house rules. My dogs are on a strict diet and cannot eat people food. Today we brought home bar-b-que for dinner. FIL gives the majority of his meat to his dogs then puts the plate on the floor for MY dogs to lick up the grease. I snatched up the plate and threw it away. I have asked him to not give my dogs treats or people food and he doesn't listen.

I just found out last Friday that I will be laid off in about a months time, so my plans on moving are placed on hold for now. Both hubz and I are working hot and heavy getting resumes out and applying for jobs. I do not know how long I can hold on to my sanity here.

Monday, May 21, 2012

I am trying to be nice.

MIL sews and quilts. Since she is staying with us I gave her some space in my craft room. This was very hard for me since I am very particular about whom I allow to use my stuff. That and I worked VERY hard to get that room up and running.

I am leary about her using it because she never cleans up after herself. She always apologizes and says she is so (insert excuse here) and she just can't do what she used to any more. For example, this morning she opened something and put the garbage on the side table next to the sofa. She commented that we need a garbage can there. I said no, we need to put it in the trash can in the kitchen because this area will become trashed out. And my hubz said it was because the dogs would get into the trash... that is NOT what I meant. I have seen the aftermath of her habitation in a room. I will not allow that to happen.

Last night she offered to finish making the dice bags I have cut out the patterns for and I am sure she is bored and needs something to do, so I set up her sewing machine and showed here where they were. Lol, I am sure she will finish them today. She is a pretty good seamstress.

I am trying to keep a positive attitude. But it can be hard. She is nice when she wants something or feels guilty about something. But once that has passed, all bets are off. I am preparing myself for the day that the "honeymoon" phase is over. Chin up until then.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


So I get home from my client meeting and MIL asks if the bride ordred any hats. I explained that she wanted help embellishing her wedding dress. The wedding is non traditional and the dress is very 40s glam. The bride wants lace panel insets added to the sleeve and skirt. MIL sees a pic of the dress and mentions that material is hard to work with, I am gonna have a very hard time finding sliver lace, and I am not going to be able to embroider on that material.

OMG for once I just want to have some positivity in my life. I don't even want to be in the same room with such a negative person. GAH!

I am excited about this project and I can do it. Even if she thinks otherwise.


So I wake this morning to find the in laws in my craft room watching tv. They didn't want to disturb my nephew who was asleep on the couch. And yet the second we get up they come stampeding in the livingroom.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Is this the beginning?

We borrowed their van to transport some things at work. Hubs cleaned out the van and brought everything inside. There is no place to put everything so there is stuff in the middle of the rooms, walkways and hallway. I am having mini panic attacks everytime I see the clutter and have to walk over stuff. I see the clutter and I feel overwhelmed and litterally start having tightness in my chest and trouble breathing. All I can do is try to ignore it until I have time to clean it or get hubs to do it.

My dog needs a dental cleaning. Two of her front teeth have become exposed and the gums have eroded on one tooth. I checked her teeth today and the tooth fell out.  Well MIL says, "make sure you call the vet and cancel the appointment." To which I reply, "no, she still needs the cleaning." The vet I take the dogs to is pretty reasonable. I am not going to cancel my poor dogs cleaning because of a disparaging look.

Yesterday, she asked what she needs to do while she is home? I don't want to ask her to do anything. I feel if I do she will say I don't do anything. Well today we worked all morning (up at 6:30, out the door at 7:45) and when we came home she told us about all the stuff she wanted to do (dishes, laundry, trash) but gave excuses as to why she didn't do any of them.

When we came home from work, she says, "the dog scared me to death. I took them out and when we came back inside I called for her and she was not inside. I called for her outside and she was not around anywhere. So I thought she ran off, but 2 hours later I heard her barking, she was hiding in your room." WTH! A. Why didn't she go look for her if she let her out. 2. If she though my dog went missing, why didn't she call me on my cell?

In closing, yesterday I got some news that I will be being laid off in about a month or so. My in laws don't know yet. I am VERY reluctant to tell them as MIL will think that means she will have to support us while I look for another job. Also my hubs isn't teaching this semester so, no income there. I am going to keep it a secret as long as possible.

This also means that we cannot afford to move out. I cried. We were going to let her have her house back and we planned on moving out, but nothing will happen till I find another full time job.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

They're Heeeeeeeeeere!

MIL Has come to live with us for a time. I love my husband and he knows all about this blog, so don't get all, "what would your husband say" on me. He knows that I need an outlet and he doesn't need to hear my frustrations about the woman who gave him birth. She is coming to stay with us while their home is being repaired from a fire they had on the 4th of July 2010.

Well my hubz parents arrived today around 10:45 am. was on my way out the door and MIL comments about the artwork on our walls and asked me if I drew them and when we told her, her son did them she said they were excellent. then she apologized for intruding on our home. I left for work.


I came home from work and made dinner. MIL came in the kitchen and asked if I needed any help, I said no thank you. She then says, "Wow, it has been a long time since we have had steak for dinner." I replied, "I am making pork chops." and she says, "Well we have not been eating well since all of our money is going into the house. We haven't had pork chops in a very long time." 

What does this mean? I am supposed to feel guilty for eating well? I buy in bulk, I work the sales, and I coupon when I can. I have to eat better for my health and that includes having no carbs in my kitchen. I am trying to ignore comments like that. I know they are struggling financially; but I feel like this is just the tip of the iceberg. I know if I come home with something new, or go get my nails done or whatever, I am going to hear some snide comment about it. I hope I am wrong.

After dinner I go into my crafting studio to find her stuff placed on the middle of the floor... LOUD SIGH! I asked my husband who put it there and he said he did it and he thought he it was the logical place to put her sewing supplies. I guess in the grand scheme of things I shouldn't really mind sharing the room. I have spent days designing, cleaning, re-flooring, repainting, and re-purposing in general the space... I know from experience the state her craft rooms have become. I just do NOT want my room to look like that. Now, in all fairness, when I am working on projects the room can tend to get junked up. BUT, after I am done, I do a reorganize and get things back to normal.

I will think positive thoughts and have a positive attitude in this situation. I can only be hopeful and optimistic or I will go bonkers. I will try not to read anything into everything MIL says and does.