one week later...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
So we've been living with The Out-Laws for just over a week now, and its gone about as I expected.
We're all getting along pretty well, as Superwife has a really great family, one that has often made me feel a lot more loved and supported than another one I could mention.
But.
I miss having my own space. A lot.
I wonder if the job transfer is going to work out. If I'm not going to regret leaving some potentially lucrative promotion opportunities behind.
My mother-in-law and I have had a few moments, in which she realizes that whatever it is I am doing is contrary to the way she would do it, and I seethe when she tells me so. I have to keep telling myself, 'its her house, its her house.' Its not a major problem, because she's a nice lady and we have completely taken over her domain for two months, but it further reminds me that I miss pretending that I run the show. Superwife is much better at letting me hang onto that particular illusion.
And I really, really miss high speed internet. I mean, I miss it like I would miss air if my face was being held underwater. So I have decided that dialup is for internet incompetents and people who have gotten their fast connections taken away from them. I'm in one of those categories. I'll leave it to you to decide which.
I have gotten to go fishing twice with the father-in-law, and I have realized that it used to be one of my favourite past times. That same father-in-law also ran a short con on me and somehow got me to help him mow a couple acres of lawn when he asked for my help changing the oil in a couple of riding mowers. But even that was ok.
Our house has finally been started. I say finally, even though we only signed the contracts a few weeks ago. It has only been a long time from our point of view because, boy would we like to be in our own house again soon.
But there has been a hole dug that will eventually be home to our basement, so that is pretty encouraging.
One last thing; I owe a huge apology to the family member I posted about a while ago here in which I bemoaned spending a weekend at The-Outlaws with him. Turns out the guy is a superstar. He drove two hours on his Saturday off to help us move and wouldn't take anything but a handshake for his trouble. So even though both my dog and daughter are scared of the guy, I will never say a bad word about him again. Some of the people who I thought might help us move but were mysteriously unavailable, I may comment further on at a later time.
Oh, and in case I forgot to mention it, dialup fucking sucks.
We're all getting along pretty well, as Superwife has a really great family, one that has often made me feel a lot more loved and supported than another one I could mention.
But.
I miss having my own space. A lot.
I wonder if the job transfer is going to work out. If I'm not going to regret leaving some potentially lucrative promotion opportunities behind.
My mother-in-law and I have had a few moments, in which she realizes that whatever it is I am doing is contrary to the way she would do it, and I seethe when she tells me so. I have to keep telling myself, 'its her house, its her house.' Its not a major problem, because she's a nice lady and we have completely taken over her domain for two months, but it further reminds me that I miss pretending that I run the show. Superwife is much better at letting me hang onto that particular illusion.
And I really, really miss high speed internet. I mean, I miss it like I would miss air if my face was being held underwater. So I have decided that dialup is for internet incompetents and people who have gotten their fast connections taken away from them. I'm in one of those categories. I'll leave it to you to decide which.
I have gotten to go fishing twice with the father-in-law, and I have realized that it used to be one of my favourite past times. That same father-in-law also ran a short con on me and somehow got me to help him mow a couple acres of lawn when he asked for my help changing the oil in a couple of riding mowers. But even that was ok.
Our house has finally been started. I say finally, even though we only signed the contracts a few weeks ago. It has only been a long time from our point of view because, boy would we like to be in our own house again soon.
But there has been a hole dug that will eventually be home to our basement, so that is pretty encouraging.
One last thing; I owe a huge apology to the family member I posted about a while ago here in which I bemoaned spending a weekend at The-Outlaws with him. Turns out the guy is a superstar. He drove two hours on his Saturday off to help us move and wouldn't take anything but a handshake for his trouble. So even though both my dog and daughter are scared of the guy, I will never say a bad word about him again. Some of the people who I thought might help us move but were mysteriously unavailable, I may comment further on at a later time.
Oh, and in case I forgot to mention it, dialup fucking sucks.
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