Three days grace--The animal I have become

Breaking Benjamin--So Cold

Black Stone Cherry--Lonely Train

Staind--Epihany

Crossfade--Cold

Hinder--Lips of an Angel

Me, my kids and hubby’s mom are watching the exchange from the sidelines not really saying much. Just mumbling between ourselves hoping it wasn’t going to come to blows between the two. In the end, it didn’t. Hubby told him to get the rest of the stuff out of the shed (which he didn’t…it’s still there) and leave.

Hubby’s mom mumbles "bye" to the kids…She says nothing to me and not a word to her son. She gets in the truck with the boyfriend and they leave.

Since then my husband and his mom really haven’t spoken all that much. They only have a couple of times because it was business related. I have no idea why the mom doesn’t talk to hubby and hubby doesn’t talk to her because she doesn’t talk to him. Can we all say Stupid Childish Stubborn Bullshit?

Anyway….

My oldest daughter was talking to hubby’s sister last night. The aunt’s telling my daughter that hubby’s mom is down in the dumps (not sure why) and she was a little upset that hubby wasn’t at a birthday party for one of his nephews last weekend (I didn’t know anything about this party…not sure if hubby did or not) Anyway, last night my daughter comes and asks me if I can ‘do something about this’.

First thing is…I’ve tried to talk to hubby and it falls on deaf ears. I’ve tried and tried to get him to talk to his mom. Everytime I bring it up we end up having a heated discussion so I leave it alone. It’s pointless. Second…why the hell would the aunt unload this bullshit on a seventeen-year old and get her all in the middle of it. Why not come directly to me and ask me to help? My daughter is not blind to fact that they are not speaking. She, like everyone else, doesn’t really know the reasons why they aren’t talking but she has her own opinions about what’s what. I’m a little irritated at the aunt for not coming to me directly if she wants me to help in this matter. Don’t get my daughter in the middle of this stupid shit. That’s almost like making her choose sides between her daddy and her grandma. Fuck that!

Better yet, why doesn’t the aunt talk to the mom or the brother or BOTH? After all they are HER family more than MINE. Why does the wife automatically become the go-between and fixer of family issues? I tell ya why. No one else wants to choose sides and get in the middle of it either. I guess they figure the wife has some sort of superhero mind control over the husband. Well guess what Batman….my husband has a mind of his own just like I do, my kids do and everyone else does. I can’t wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched and make it all disappear. I can’t hold up my bullet deflecting bracelets like Wonder Woman and fight this either. I'm tired of being the wife, the go-between, and the fixer-upper. The only thing I want to do is be like Invisible Man and go hide in the fucking Bat Cave.

Yes…Maybe I’m burying my head in the sand in regards to this and maybe I’m not doing ‘my wifely duty’ (btw…I absolutely hate that phrase)….but at this point…I just don’t give a big fat rat’s ass!!!

We finally got around to getting my oldest daughter’s senior pictures taken this past Saturday.

This was the same day that I dropped of the guys to do their fishing, camping, almost going to jail thingy.

I’m going to back track a little here.

The plan as of Friday night was that I would drop the guys off somewhere around 10am or before Saturday morning, that way I had time to get back and do what I had to do. Like usual, that plan flew right out the window.

Hubby had to run some errands first thing Saturday morning, which made him later getting back to the house than planned. He didn’t get back until 12pm. Grrrrr!!! They still had to pack their shit and wait on the guy down the road to get there. The whole time, my daughter’s ranting and raving that she needs to go to the store and get some hair stuff (not sure what she needed). I told her that we would just stop by the store on the way back from dropping the guys off. Knowing that we were pressed for time before we ever left the house. We didn’t leave the house until 1pm or a little after. We take the guys to the park, unload their junk and we leave. We go to the store to get her hair stuff then head back to the house for her to finish getting ready for her pictures. We don’t get back to the house until almost 2:30pm…. Her picture appointment is at 2:45 and it takes about 25 minutes or so to get there. She rushes in the bathroom, does whatever she does with her hair and we finally leave the house right at 2:45. Already late!!!

I’m rushing trying to get there hoping that they wouldn’t cancel the appointment because we are late. I think I made record time from my house to the studio. I became one of those aggressive drivers that I hate! Oh shit!!! I became my husband!!!

So we finally make it to the studio and they can still take her even though she’s late. Phew!! Thank goodness. I really didn’t want to have to reschedule and do all of this shit again, not to mention we’re down to the deadline as far as getting the picture in on time for the yearbook.

The photographer, a gay black guy (I am guessing here…but if I’m wrong…shoot me ok) had us cracking up the whole time. He would get her in position for a shot then he’d say something that had us rolling and he’d get to laughing and wouldn’t be able to take the picture. He was a riot!

He was trying to take a few serious poses of her and she couldn’t stop laughing at him. Every time he thought she had it under control, he’d go to take the picture and she’d bust out laughing. It took quite a few shots to finally get the serious ones he was looking for.

I’m glad he kept us laughing because if not, I would’ve been in tears thinking about my baby graduating. I did get a little teary when she had the formal picture taken but not too bad. I’m usually a faucet.

So now we have to wait about 2 weeks before we get the proofs but I think they will turn out nice.