Good God.

This was quite a weekend! In good news, we picked up the nursery set and it is in awesome shape. Probably the best deal I could have gotten. And the woman who we bought it from was really great - she also turned me onto this neat highchair, the Kettler Kombi. We have a rather small kitchen, and I was trying to use a trapp trapp. I love the design - the idea is great and it's nice and small. But for a little guy learning to use finger food, there isn't a tray. So I was tucking him into the table, and putting the food there...and it just is a struggle to get him to concentrate on the food instead of the other things on the table... blah blah blah (I know, I could CLEAN the table, but I'm being realistic). So I got a free high chair off the side of the road (yep, I'm that girl) and I cleaned it up - but it's HUGE. It's seems to take up so much space, and it's kind of awkward to feed him in it. But he does love the tray and being able to have the cheerios to play with while eating. Anyway - this Kombi thing is still nice and small, and it converts to a toddler chair/table! I ordered one for the Hulk, and if it works out - I'll get 2 more for the twins. Later. Way later.

I also did some more work on cleaning out the twins room - and we are almost 100% there. Next step? Wallpaper removal. Fun fun! Not.

My mother was visiting, and like I've said before, she is just HARD. She has been alone for so long she is lacking in social skills, and also hasn't been in a relationship for more than 6 years (and that was 28 years ago). So she is always watching Aaron and I and judging. And she thinks Aaron is controlling... want to know why? Because he watched her give Hulk a bath on Saturday night. She is 68 years old, bad arthritis in both hands, and she is bending over a tub with a 23 pound soapy, squirmy baby. I felt better knowing he was there too! Jesus. Anyway - she tried to 'help' him when he was moving something heavy down the stairs, and he almost feel down the stairs. He yelled at her (yes, not appropriate) and she packed up and left (also not appropriate). I followed her out to the car, and she is telling me how she feels like she is walking on eggshells around him (and brought up a fight that Aaron and I had in front of her last visit, 2 months ago - which is another thing with her - she will remember things like that until the dawn of time. He will Never. Live. That. Down)- to I tell her if she has a problem to go talk to him (he is upstairs trying, in vain, to get Hulk to nap - that is another story). She says 'I'm not doing that', and leaves.

Awesome. Like I need this. First, I'm thinking I need to mend this. But you know what? She is a grown up. I don't need to deal with this bullshit. If she has a problem with Aaron, she should confront Aaron. Of course, I know she won't do that - so I'm going to need to figure out a way to have this conversation with her. It will also involve some rough words about her untrained dog - because she brings it with her whenever she visits, and she has it follow her around on a LEASH INSIDE. I had two boxers also - so she is taking it places that my dogs can't go (dining room, or kitchen when we are cooking) and just causes general annoyance. Of course Aaron needs to not YELL at my mother - but at the same time, my mother needs to realize that she isn't perfect also. I'm mostly nervous because she has hated my SIL for forever, and it made it so my brother was basically forced to choose between his mother and his wife. What do you think he chose? Now he is getting divorced, and I don't think that is the issue... but Jesus.

Sigh. I don't think it will get that far - but in the back of my head I'm nervous it will... and seriously. I don't have the energy for it.