Back from the dead. . .

Well, I've made it back. I've dove so far into work and family that I have barely had time for myself. Correction, I have not MADE time for myself.

I used to always do stuff to make myself happy like going out or shopping. . . .now I'm finding my happiness in a job well done at work and coming home and being involved in my family. I know that sounds corny.

My son went away for Thanksgiving with the in-laws. It was a nice, quiet, extended weekend for the hubby and me. I'm ready for him to come home though. . . I miss him getting into everything and going through our daily routine. Apparently he had a blast and when I called my MIL, I could hear him singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" in the back seat. It was so cute!

I went to my parents house for Thanksgiving dinner. It was fine until my daughter and mother started picking at each other. It was super annoying. Three different times, I had to bite my tongue because they were both getting under my skin. My mother is a grown woman. Why does she feel the need to argue over minuscule crap with a 16 year old? I just don't get it. Sitting back and watching from a distance, I know why my mother does what she does. She is a control freak and likes to push buttons. She likes to watch chaos and turmoil take place at her command. It's disgusting. Being an adult now, it just annoys me that she's still that way and will never change. It's nice to be able to leave that situation and not have to deal with it anymore. I can limit how much or how little exposure I have with that woman. I just wish my daughter would want to leave there so that she could be at peace more. Right now, she is so unhappy with her living arrangements and I can understand why. . . .