Hello Herrena, (oooh I LOVE welshcakes, been many a year since I had one). Life pootling along. Had last day at work today til the 1st April! Woohoo, a week off! DB flying in on Tuesday (DS' birthday) and we're going for a meal with DM, but no other firm plans with DM. Going to be vague and just pop in a couple of times. Weather forecast not great so will just take things as they come, refuse to get into a whole series of planned, awkward meals. Tuesday and that's all. Might go an see DH's lovely extended family tomorrow and perhaps a day in the mountains if we get any good weather. Going to sleep as much as poss and try to see DB without DM around. Generally chilling out a bit.
Most recent annoyance with Dm was this week. She bought DS a camera for his birthday. A proper Canon digital that costs (v much reduced on Black Friday on Amazon) about 70 quid, although I can't remember now, maybe it was less...but at least 50. I think it's a bit ridiculous for a 5 year old, but hey ho. I mentioned I had a toy kitchen put away for DD's birthday which is in in May and DM said "Oh, I don't know what to get or where to buy for DD, perhaps if I gave the money you could choose?", which is fine I suppose but I still think it's a bit crap when she puts so much effort into DS' presents. Anyway, seeing as she spent at least 50 quid on DS, I'm thinking I'm going to get DD the lovely toy piano she fell in love with in Imaginarium, but that's a bit steep for us to shell out on. If there's any fuss about price I'll just look all innocent and say "oh, but I thought you'd want to spend the same on them both".
Still loving living away from her and can't believe I did it for so long. Just thinking about it makes me feel squashed down iykwim. And there was always this undertone that we were so lucky to live in her "big house" and that we'd never cope financially without her, but what it boiled down to was a bedroom she felt she could complain about the tidiness of, the kids' bedrooms that I couldn't decorate without her say so or cat's bum mouth and a lounge she had to walk through to the patio. So, no privacy/independence/space.
So lovely to not have to factor her in to everything, listen to her whinging about everything, criticising everything, never knowing when she'd be depressed or moaning about being ill, or in a strop about something. Just basically feeling like an adult again. Happy sigh....!