Let me start by saying that I had caffeine for the first time in a week and I've been feeling crazy for hours. Totally high off of one mug of coffee, and it's been a bad trip, complete with full-body shakes, cold sweats and general insanity. Please, bear with me.
MIL had a birthday yesterday. Since she recently extended an olive branch we've been slowly trying to mend fences (I don't know how to talk about this non-metaphorically), so Clint drank a few glasses of wine and called her to wish her a happy birthday. From what he told me, the hour-long conversation went really well and we got the apology we needed and she accepted responsibility for her part in the conflict. This has been a year-long battle and estrangement and I am more than happy to forgive and move forward, though I can't forget. I think it's important not to forget that wrongs that have been done, so that moving forward I can protect myself and know where I stand. I'm happy to be starting my blog during a time of resolution, I'm much less likely to add fuel to the fire this way, ha!
I'm still getting used to the idea that there is no longer a passive aggressive war waging in my family and there is going to be quite an adjustment phase. On the heels of this new development I got an unexpected phone call this morning. It was MIL, and despite the fact that it's been over a year since we last spoke on the phone (and that last phone call was a shouting match), it was as if nothing had ever happened. She was bright and cheerful and just wanted to let me know she'd be dropping more gifts off at my door. This time we received a plastic binder, a three-hole punch, and a tape gun.
I don't understand it, but I'll take it.
those are definitely interesting gifts. i guess go back to the "its the thought that counts" saying.
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