Ugh.  That's what I wanted to say at first.  Yesterday, on some level was better than the last couple, but it still was not great either.

Woke up a little after ten, didn't want to be awake but new better than to sleep the whole day away.  Our friends were over till around 2a.m Friday night playing board games and stuff.  Granted, it was fun, but boy was I wiped out.

We had a good time Friday.  I was draggin' Saturday morning.  My dad starts rattling off all this shit before I'm even 100% awake and then he asks what we had going for the day.  Honestly, all I knew about for sure was that I needed to balance the checkbook, update the bill ledger, my husband needed to work on his truck and we had intentions to work in the clubhouse since it was finally a bearable temperature to be outside.  Well he really didn't let me finish because all I got out of my mouth was 'Well, finish waking up ...' and he was off blabbering again.  So I just didn't even bother trying to finish, I let him go on his merry, little, 'I don't really give a shit' way and I proceeded to finish waking up, drink my morning glass of milk, get dressed in fresh clothes for the day (I had thrown on last night's clothes), try to check the balance on his checking account (he has me do the online banking to confirm that his paychecks have been entered), checked in here for a very brief minute, updated my WW online stuff and that was about it for here.

My husband's dad called and said that if anybody wants pecans to get over there and get 'em now before it rains.  My dad, upon returning, decided that he would go over and get some.  That's round about the point where my husband got the letter from his mom.  That sucker was long ... 4 pages, 2 pieces of paper front and back.  Anyhoot, it began to rain so my dad ran home as his car window was rolled down.  My husband and I took a glance at that letter ... I'm not sure what to say really, but I'm going to try.

Now, to begin with, I know this woman was emotional and she meant every word that she said.  It really isn't funny ... but ... at the same time ... it was so damn funny.  Now I should also add that my husband was almost in tears laughing at it BEFORE I even read any of it.  He got told that:

• She didn't like his attitude. He does not discriminate, everybody gets the same attitude and it’s not all that bad, she just doesn’t know how to take it.
• She worries about his future and his health. See below for comments on this.
• She doesn't feel that they're close enough and that hurts her. See below.
• She has never forgotten the time he was little and said she was a bad mom.  The boy was LITTLE.  Maybe like 8 or 10 … small children say this shit … yes it hurts … but to hold on to it for this many years?!
• She feels that she did right by him when raising them, but thinks that maybe he didn't really get enough attention.  That’s an understatement.
• She hopes he's not ashamed of her because she's not as intelligent as most. Eh, no but he disregards most of what she says because of it.
• She really wishes he'd get more in touch with God and begin praying and going to church.  See below.
• She knows he has a lot on his plate and that worries her.  Well, see, this is her being obsessive and having no ability to stay out of other people’s business unless they come to her and ask for advice.

Those were the high points of it anyway.  Now, I can see worrying about his health ... but his future ... that's kind of out of her realm now (aside from the whole ‘she’s a parent and will always worry about that’ stuff … it’s obsessive now).  I could understand if he was on drugs and whoring himself around and everything.  He's married though, he has a roof over his head, we're planning on moving ASAP, he has a steady job, he has a job doing something he likes, we've been researching possibilities for him to go to school for something he really wants to do (equipment operators), we intend on starting our own family someday, he has a beautiful work reputation, he is very skilled at LOTS of things ... basically, he's got lots of good things going for him.  If I were her, I'd more worry about her daughter that has too many children to feed on one income that is about to stop (my SIL's thing works at GM ... and is about to be laid off or at least have his pay cut) and there are no intentions of both of them (SIL and her thing) working a job ... he doesn't want her to work.  I'd worry more about her son that hasn't attended school aside from his Marine training, and even at that, he isn't using that knowledge unless he's on a drill assignment (he's only a Marine reserve at that, so he's not full time), he has an almost 3 year old child and he's only 20, he has a job that won't get him very far and barely gives him hours and he still lives at home.  Those two children of hers are something to worry over ... not my husband; he's got it pretty good really if people would stop trying to hold him back. 

I mean yes, we bitch about money issues ... but doesn't everybody?  We'll get there one day, just not today, I'm not THAT worried.  I am just more frugal with money and a bit of a tightwad sometimes ... but hey; it keeps us out of debt and away from filing bankruptcy.  We're also building some pretty good credit, which on his own he couldn't have done because he admitted to me that he's glad he never had a credit card when he was single, he'd have maxed it out and probably been turned into a collection agency. 

Enough of that ... on the other things ... my husband is not a church goer ... we've discussed it, he's just not THERE yet, if you know what I mean.  He explores it, but he's just not ready to take the plunge.  I respect that ... I'm in the same place kind of.  I've tried out a few different churches from different religions and I'm still not sure what felt right.  So far as him and his mother getting close ... I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole ... that for the two of them to figure out.  All I can do is encourage him to talk to her or whatever, but I'm certainly not going to force him to do it, that would have such bad ramifications. 

Let’s see, what else did yesterday consist of … oh yeah … I crashed and went boom.  Ordinarily it would be funny, but it still hurts and I’ve got the marks to prove it.  I also now have a few less layers of skin on my knee.  It’s red, swollen and hurts every time my jeans touch it.  THEN, because I fell on it, it hurts because of that, so not the sore scrape kind of hurt, but the muscle/bone/bruise kind of hurt.  That sucked. 

At least my husband fixed his truck though.  I’m going to create a separate post to talk about the rest of Saturday night.  It was a doozy, it’s more motivation to get out, and for those of you that have already read about my dad, you’ll like him even less.