He who drinks once
<<Qui a bu boira.>> He who drinks once, drinks again.
Much family business with SS, DD, DH and me. We’ve got a lot going on.
DD invited SS to dinner. SS lasted an entire two weeks at biomoms home then moved on to another relative of DH. SS claimed he would surely catch some kind of plague at biomoms if we went back. And alas, moved back to our home on Saturday. Near as I can tell, nothing has changed. But I’ll report and you leave you to decide.
Sunday, SS went to GFs house – the one DH caught him in bed with – and is to return this evening. Yes, almost twenty-four hours later. In theory, biomom will pick him up in between. Which would make perfect sense if she had a history of ever picking him up at all. Also, has the plague suddenly lifted?
MIL generously offered to give a car to SS; which he has declined. He plans to obtain one from biomom, who he had planned to obtain one from two years ago. I hope he actually ends up with a car.
DH has tossed all of his collegiate gear into the rags where he keeps clothing specifically for yard work. SS has announced that he will be attending a two year college. Seeing DH toss all of those things broke my heart.
DD starts school in two weeks. She loves to read, in that way the four year olds read.
The freelance writing is beginning to pay better. I love it. But it does have that enormous drawback that working at home for oneself always seems to have – nobody thinks you are working, even when they see your bank account. Except my MIL, because she is simply wonderfully supportive.
The file and translate pile only grows. Tuesday, more legal stuff. Again I say, I’ve been the family translator for 30 years. Who knew death wouldn’t change that?
I’m glad you’re blogging again.
That throwing everything out thing sucks hard. My mom cried when I got my acceptance letter to Georgia, actual tears from the big fat envelope. His son though, he has to handle it. Suck.
It’s so nice to have a good MIL. Mine is civil, but it still seems deep down she really hates me.
I’m sorry you aren’t close with your MIL. That’s a bummer. On the bright side, civil is not the worst thing.
Your mom wanted you to go to GA, or did not want you to go?
Civil isn’t the worst thing. Jeff had to sit her down and say be nice or we’ll never visit. It irks me a tiny bit, even two years later, he had to do that, but she’s civil. But we ain’t doin’ lunch though, that’s for sure.
My mother is a UGA alumna. She had been very neutral about where I wanted to attend college, especially since Lisa went to Tech, but then the acceptance letter came and I would have gone there even if it hadn’t been my first choice after that.