I think I could go on for about 15 pages about the various frustrations, irritations and veiled insults surrounding the in-law visit, but I'm going to take the high road and just say that it was about ten times better than the last visit, and about half as short. And it's over. That's all I could really ask for, and I'm just so glad for that last part. It was nice having them here for the holidays, it made that part feel special, and they certainly adore Poopies about as much as we do, but I'm really happy to have my little family back. I like them a lot and having them commandeered for more than a day or two frankly starts to piss me off.
Also, at what point are your elders no longer any wiser, but just older? I think we're about there. If only they knew.
My post-vertigo second trimester surge of energy seems to already be over. I'm going to chalk it up to the holidays and my new ailing lower back, but I was really hoping to be of more help at this point. For some reason, I guess I thought I'd be able to do as much as before. The first time around, I still held my job, commuted to and fro, even was still working out a bit at this point. But now, two years older, and with much more physical duties at hand, I'm totally dragging. The Cap'n is unfortunately under a similar delusion, and is visibly disappointed when I tell him that I need a rest, or that I'm frankly done for the day and he needs to take over. As always, he's under the very flawed impression that I am superwoman and can do anything he can. I love that he thinks me so capable, but a little help and chivalry would be nice too.