It’s been months since I last wrote. Corona virus shut states down and all my chicks came home to roost and deal with the resulting stress. My oldest no longer likes to come home from University, preferring her friends to us, so she was stressed over being home. My middle has a hard time with change and had just found her groove with college classes then they were on line and one night she started screaming in frustration. My youngest is in high school and had next to nothing to do for a month while his sisters were tied up with school (bored). Then his school finally kicked into gear just as the girls finished. Enter his stress.
My husband has been working from his basement office through all of this and we are thankful that his job has continued, but while he was finishing his on-line masters it was rough to only come out of the basement for meals.
Then came May 19, when one dam collapsed and another had enough damage to let all of it’s water out further down the same river…and my mother-in-law’s house had three feet of water invade. Since that night, she’s been living with us. My oldest gave up her bedroom and moved to the front living room, sleeping on the couch (which is comfortable, thankfully).
MIL has next to no money, in good part thanks to the bum who never payed alimony or child support and emptied all of the bank accounts at the time of divorce, including my husband’s savings (eleven years old, birthday and Christmas gifts). She’s worked hard and budgeted since that time, but never got to a fully comfortable place and rented until she moved here. Her car was destroyed by the flood as well.
With all of the home demo and repair going on, I mostly shuttled my oldest to and from work, then took her car shopping (which I highly detest, even if it is for me). We found something quickly and that burden lifted, but MIL doesn’t want to look for a car yet, so I’m still her driver.
A small getaway with my mom had been planned for the end of April, and because of shutdowns and other matters was delayed until mid June. Just as I was about to walk out the door, my oldest got an email from her school. This was going to be her third year working in a job which paid room and board. The email stated that because of all of the Covid hassle, this would no longer be the case. Now they would be paid an hourly wage, but they would not say how many hours a week, nor what the hourly wage would be, but please let us know in a week.
I went to see my mom and we had a grand time just the two of us, but a lot of the drama still went with me.
Now, in the midst of the chaos of six people sharing the house, my oldest is packing to move out completely (two years left of school). She has her car, found roommates, just signed a lease, and then became indignant that her father couldn’t just take the day off of work that she decided she wanted to move. She’s paying an extra month’s rent so that one girl can get out of her parent’s house that much quicker, but balked at having to rent a truck to move her bedroom furniture. We don’t have a vehicle big enough, and multiple trips are not an option.
Adding to all of this, the bathroom renovation that had been slated to start in March finally began last week. Six people, one shower. Thank Heaven it’s summer and schedules are more flexible.
I’ve had my laundry taken out of the washer while I waited (for an hour or two while he got up and showered) for my son’s clothes to fill the load. I have a doctor’s appointment this morning before which I’m all of a sudden taking MIL to a hair appointment, and she asked if her appointment could be ten minutes after mine started. Mine’s a bit more important and I’m dropping you off at the original time agreed upon.
She’s starting to drive me batty. Not because she’s an awful person. I like her, I just want my normal routine and quiet back. I want to be alone sometimes, not always have to fill time with chat. She stood watching me last night while I was preparing a pita bread thing for dinner last night. Not talking, just watching. She does that kind of thing with DH too. He’s also ready for her house to be ready, but we still need plumbing, HVAC, floors, insulation, drywall, nearly everything. I’m praying that we’ll be finished by Labor Day weekend. School starts back up at the end of August for both my middle and youngest and I’ll be running them around. I’m really hoping MIL looks for and finds a car by then.
Things will ease up a little when my oldest moves out. It’s the attitude which we won’t miss and the attitude leaving which will allow us to breathe a bit easier.
Our usual vacation is not happening as we need to spend the time and, frankly, the money on MIL’s house. DH is shouldering the burden of that house. MIL leans on him hard, and he is the contact for nearly everything being done. When she moves back, we’re going to need some kind of getaway. He’s bummed because vacation was going to be to attend a graduation for his master’s degree. Maybe later. They’re being flexible since so many of the graduation ceremonies were canceled because of corona virus.
I’m so ready for normalcy, but I don’t think that’s coming any time soon.