Company has arrived. A five foot nothing, blond haired, loving package, otherwise known as - Mother-in-law.
I love my mother-in-law .. she is a very sweet lady, in her 70’s, and wears her heart on her sleeve. I suppose compared to many people and their in-laws, I came out on the winning end of things. They accepted me as I was for who I was, just like a daughter. We’ve certainly had a few differences in opinion, but have really only ever come to words once - last year when my husband was reacting to a medication.
What I love about my mother-in-law, let’s call her “Theresa” - she says what she thinks not even realizing that sometimes she says stuff that is completely and totally rude or politically incorrect. Being in her 70’s, she uses words that we now consider to be unacceptable. I’ll never forget the day she looked at the cat who was cleaning herself, and remarked… “Oh look. The cat’s cleaning her twat.” Well! The rest of the house went dead silent, then we burst out into loud, raucus laughter. Inbetween trying to regain our composure and gales of laughter, we informed her that that word is not a good word any more. LOL!
Currently, as I write, I have both daughters here and grandbaby, all visiting with Grandma Theresa. Grandma is making cinnamon buns while the rest of us watch, our mouths already starting to water in anticipation of sweet, oh so sweet, and sticky cinnamon buns which will soon be finished.
I’m struggling a bit with my anxiety, having it almost broach into a full blown panic attack on a couple of occasions. I’ve had to go to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for tonight’s dinner - chicken kebobs, asparagus, rice and salad. While there I picked up some more nicotine gum. I had finished with it again last week, but the company here and the interference with my day-to-day routine has tweaked that little devil that sits on my left shoulder saying “Let’s go have a smoke. You’ll be by yourself. It will be good.” The angel on my right shoulder is currently holding an angel sized baseball bat and trying to bap the devil on the head everytime he speaks up.
I’ve also been trying to get an appointment with my doctor as my chest and sinuses continue to be congested and yucky. I’ve finished the antibiotics that the doc gave me, but worried about the chest as I still have a raspy wheeze that goes right down to the very bottom of my lungs. But, two days in a row, I have phoned after twelve to be greeted by an answering machine stating the office will be open the next morning. I’m guessing they have shortened their hours for the summer. It’s possible that I may have to go to the walk-in clinic again…. YUCK! The thought of the clinic makes my stomach go LURCH! I will try to hold off until tomorrow if I can.
So that’s it… a smattering of a little bit of everything today. Must return to being social again…
Bye for now