Ok, I love my husband. Sometimes. He helped some while I was sick. Took the kids to school once when I asked. Stuck the dishes in the dishwasher. Fixed his own food. I've been out of bed for 2 weeks and feel pretty good. The house was a PIG STYE. Christmas decorations in boxes stting on the counter, the computer was buried in 2 months worth of papers and mail, tupperware containers haven't been put away in at least a month, laundry barely washed and sitting in baskets everywhere, etc. My mom has been here half of the past 2 weeks to help. Every day she was here, busting her 70 year old butt to help me recoup this disaster, husband sat in front of a screen the entire time he was home from work. Computer, tv, one screen or another. And he wonders why I'm not feeling so "friendly". OMG. To ice the cake, his mom overheard that I was going on a little roadtrip Saturday to pick up an appliance and wanted to go. I said yes cause it seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn't a terrible trip, but the things she said still make my ears smoke. Even tho the school has had so much trouble with difficult child (which she has heard thru the grapevine, by the way, not from us), she still doesn't think there's anything wrong with him except being spoiled. She carried on and on about how easy child 2's mom and other grandma dress her in "$2 ho" clothes, how awful they treat her down there, etc, yet when I made reference to her wanting to live with us, she immediately retorted "I hate to see her have to give up her mother." WHAT???? What does that mean? Was nothing new, just more of the same, which I really actually expected, it just burns my butt when I have to listen to it. Next time she says difficult child doesn't have problems cause she can't see them, I'll tell her I don't beleive she needs surgery for her back, she's just fat and lazy, and a little will power will fix it. Ok, so I won't. But I want to. Thanks for the vent.