Oh the weather inside is frightfulLast night it was so cold in my house, I was wearing two complete outfits (less one set of underclothing, that is).
See, we got our gas/electric bill for last month. It was $400. So I turned the heat down from a nice, comfortable 72 degrees to 68. It sounds livable, right? Except for the fact that my living room doesn't get as warm as the dining room does, and that's where the thermostat is. In fact, it was so cold in my living room, all of the windows (all four of them...and one of them is 4' across) were covered in ice. On the inside.
So, I would have blogged sooner, but I was afraid that if I did, I'd get blood all over the place. See, I've been biting my tongue for a week and a half because my mother-in-law is visiting. That much tongue biting = mouth full of blood. Open mouth=blood all over. Blech.
Let's see. This time, she has rearranged the kitchen. Set up rules for ME in my own home (must crush two cans before I can open a soda). She's told me to go clean my room (like I'm a six year old).
It's amazing. She walks in and takes over!
We sent Alex to my parents' house on Christmas day because I can't stand the way my m-i-l talks to him. He came back New Year's Eve because there was a skating party he wanted to attend. Thankfully, he slept most of New Year's Day, so they didn't get much of a chance to argue. Today, she's off shopping. She'll get back shortly before I go to work. Hopefully, when I get home, I'll still have my oldest child. If not, I guess I'll have to search the backyard to see if she's buried him there.
I can't wait until she leaves. Just a few more days. Thank the gods!