Lucy splains.

Some of you may not know what the heck I've been talking about for the last couple of posts. I've been blabbering and giving you really vague references to something in my life being rearranged and packed into empty cardboard boxes. I figured I should explain just a little further. Otherwise someone may think I'm getting a divorce. Don't need that rumor started especially since I'm pregnant.

eMiLy - my mother-in-law - has lived with my us for 3 years. She left one day about 2 months ago to stay with her daughter overnight so we could exterminate and she never returned. Her decision, our decision, doesn't matter. It is whats best for all involved. She was not the easiest woman to live with and frankly, neither am I. Well, I am the Queen and I tried, I really really tried to make room for the Queen Mother as well, but really? Who wants to share her throne and castle?

Sometimes I could laugh about our battles. Most times I would cry my self to sleep. My husband, my kids and I all made sacrifices daily trying to make the best of a very strained and stressful situation. I will not go into the details. I won't attempt to win you to my side (besides, you're already on my side otherwise you wouldn't be here right?). Trust me, it would be easy to regurgitate the whole situation for you. A quick easy purge and blech, you'd understand. But it would be ugly and serve no purpose. Besides, I want to save all the details for the trash novel I'm writing.

We changed the lock on the door so she couldn't come and go as she pleased. It was a little unnerving to come home and find she had been there. She might find a dirty dish or see we hadn't made the beds...oops, sorry, it slipped out. Then we brought home boxes and let them sit there for a week or so. I have to tell you that whole week I was so afraid she would come back and see we hadn't packed her up yet and decide she would just move back in. I even had nightmares about it, that's how much the thought of it panicked me.

Yesterday we filled those boxes up with her things. They are stacked waiting for the next step. Who knows when that will be, but I feel better about it all now. I didn't even want to say anything until it was done...I was too afraid I would have to eat my words. Even with a little salsa it doesn't sound appealing.

So what are we doing with the extra space? Dude, we are so not building a nursery, I was just kidding about being pregnant. What? Surely you knew that...right? The only baby going in there is a big screen tv or something really selfish like that. It will go nice with the disco ball and the sound system. Okay, we don't have any of those either. But when the room is empty, girl, we are going to boogie oogie oogie til we just can't boogie no more.