Wha?

Today is Friday???

I woke up this morning thinking it was Thursday.

Stressing!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why? My mother-in-law is driving down from Colorado tomorrow for the weekend.

Shit. I have so much cleaning to do tonight.

1 And 2 Years Ago Today

For the first time in who knows how long, I can remember exactly what I was doing not 1 but 2 years ago today.

2 years ago today, I was eating Blueberry Betty and Geocashing in the middle of nowhere (not at the same time) to try and start contractions. Bobblehead wasn't quite as ready as I was though. MIL was running out of vacation time and was going to have to go home in 3 days if something didn't happen.

1 year ago today, we were in Iowa visiting Hubbs. We took the kids and MIL to the Steamboat Museum in the early afternoon and I think that was the same night Hubbs and Lonnie took me to my first titty bar.

And today? I am sitting at work watching the wind blow and drinking a humongous Red Bull. Strangely, MIL is with the family this year too.

My first paid vacation ever starts on Friday at 5:00 p.m. I am so excited to have a week that I can do whatever I want. Not have to worry about getting to work or getting the kids off to daycare. I can just do whatever, whenever. And still get paid for it.

I have a list of things I am going to do.

I am going to screen my calls and not answer the door. I am going to stay up late, get up like normal because of the boys but be able to take a nap if I want. I am going to get all my crap organized for a yard sale and get the State the rest of the information they need to hopefully get us on State health insurance. I am going to get my hair cut. I am going to take the boys around town and finally show them what makes our little town special to me.

Or I might not do any of it. But that is the best part of vacation. If nothing gets done, so be it! It doesn't matter.

Aaaaaand I'm Back

Well, here I am. Still alive and still have plenty to bitch about.

We ended up not going to the funeral and I think it was for the best. My MIL said some things to Hubbs before we left the driveway that were pretty shitty and I am still pissed off at her.

I used to get along with my MIL really well. Even better than I got along with my own mother, but she is nuts so I have a good excuse. But in the past 2 years or so, my MIL has become down right mean. Sometimes I wonder if she even cares if what comes out of her mouth might hurt feelings. Mean, condescending, hateful, cranky, hypocritical, close minded, I could go on and on.

I dread having to spend my hard earned vacation time up there. I would rather go camping. Hell, I would rather stay home than make that long ass drive and be stuck there with her for a week.

On a better note, I think I have finally decided what I want to do when I grow up. For years, I have dreamed about owning my own business. I get those "wake me up in the middle of the night brilliant ideas" that turn out not to be quite so brilliant after the sleepy fog wears off. But I have thought about this one for a while and it seems like something I could pull off. And there aren't any other business of that type in town. In fact, I can't find that type of business within a 200 mile radius of here. But, I need to do a little more research before I tell anyone what it is that I have decided to do, just in case I chicken out.