I'm just picking up from here, not even gonna try to go back and catch up on the last two days right now.  Long story short, there's been a lot going on over the weekend.  Mostly downs for us.  I already posted about my dad's shittiness, and then, to follow suit, my FIL jumped on the bandwagon.  That's what we had to deal with Saturday night and then Sunday.  I'm about tired of both of them and by the end of it had told my dad so, each time he brought something up as if he was going to get bitchy.  Neither of them were giving us a chance to explain that the other was being a jackass, so finally I blew off at my dad and told him 'Sure, fine, you yell at us too since we just came back from the farm where his dad yelled at us for a while.  Go for it, pile it on, why not?!'  That seemed to slow him down a bit.  Especially when I added that 'You know, it's great that when one of you decides to get all pissy the other one senses it and has to make us completely feel alienated, trapped, and about an inch tall.  What's the point in us being married?  Why don't we get divorced so his dad can have his little work horse back and then you can have your punching bag back, then everybody that matters will be happy, right?!'

Surprisingly, he did not get pissy.  He backed off.  Today was supposed to be mine and my husband's day to relax, just do a couple of things and mostly just relax.  Instead we got woke up in a hurry to go rush his mother to the doctor.  She's got the flu or something and from the doctor's office she went straight to the hospital and was admitted.  We spent the first four hours of our day dealing with that.  We were both starving by the time we finally got home.  Since then I've gotten the dishes done, taken my bath, straightened up and now we have to take some crap up to his mom and then go get my jeans.  Then we've got to be home close to when my dad gets home so we can vacuum in his bedroom by the cat litter pan.  We could do it now but sick kitty is being sick kitty again and it'll be better if my dad takes him out of that room (where he usually hides under the bed) so he doesn't have to be totally freaked out by the vacuum.  That way, I can close the door, do it real quick and be done. 

So far, there has been no relaxation.  Even now, I JUST got out of the bath, I'm smoking a cigarette and we're leaving.  Ugh.  I don't have time for much more of a post, but I'm sure I'll be back because I'm about to explode if I don't get some stuff out of my system.  So, possibly more details to come later ... but that's why I've been MIA, since usually I'm all around everywhere, lol.