Mercury is thumping around upstairs and I'm listening, with one-half of one ear, to yet another episode of Elmo's World. My beloved spawn is a glassy-eyed near-bedtime puddle in her little chair, wrapped in her fuzzy green blanket and covered in a cozy array of plushy animals.
I'm braced for the weekend. To-wit, braced to drive 3 hours with dog and toddler, which venture is rewarded by a 48-hour game of Make Nice with my mother-in-law, then a 3 hour drive home.
We didn't do well last weekend, I'm afraid, so this is the "make peace" rematch. Yeah, I can make all the peace in the universe but that won't change the fact that my MIL is simply a nasty self-centered spoiled scary piece o' work.
As we litigators say, you can't argue with crazy. I am so waaaay over this. And well-braced.
8:04 p.m. - 09-10-10
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