I'm back!

After months of not blogging,I'm back!We have internet access at home now. Here's a short rundown of what happened. We got back to the states in February, stayed with my mother in law for 5 months while Jason job hunted and looked for a place for us to live. We now reside in an apartment in Houston. It was nice to not have to worry about lodging when he didn't have a job, and I am glad for the hospitality extended to us, but my husband and I don't get along very well with his mom so it was better for us to move out as soon as possible.

Oh jeez, and I know I said this would be short but now I have to vent about something that happened there.

We had a huge argument the week before we moved.The kids were misbehaving and she tried taking me aside to tell me how I could handle them better and I snapped. Of course, this meant crying a lot and then she layed into me. She went on about how dirty our apartment in Denver was. And, it was. I was depressed, and mostly alone with a new baby, worried about moving, so I let everything except the baby go to hell. I wasn't able to take the dog out as often as I should have and so she peed on the carpet in some places. I'm so ashamed of it now. She went on about how dirty our car was, and how we shouldn't ever let the kids eat in there, and talked about how I shouldn't still be nursing Malcolm, and how I let the kids walk all over me (I don't, but she always takes over and I try to keep ugliness to a minimum in front of the kids). About how I was a spoiled brat because I took flying lessons as part of Civil Air Patrol, and that's why my parents don't have any money, and why didn't I have a Driver's license already, and how I needed to be more active and how I was too heavy. Then, the icing on the cake was when she said "All you ever do is sit there and knit". I told her I have depression and anxiety problems, and living out in the country with only her as a companion didn't help, and knitting was my outlet. "Oh, I thought it was a nervous tic, you always having to have your hands moving" she said with a sniff.

Needless to say, I'm still hurting over it. My ire isn't so bad I'll prevent her from seeing the kids, but I see a lot of biting my tongue and drinking when I get back home in my future.

I'm glad to be able to articulate my thoughts here. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read my rant. I promise there will be more knitting/crafting content soon.