Well, as if recovering from my third surgery and trying to find a job isn't enough, I just found out that my MIL is coming to stay with us...for TWO MONTHS!!!! AAAAAAAAARGH!
Don't get me wrong, I love her, but in small(er) doses. She's stayed with us for three weeks before and even then I thought my hubby and I, of 25 years, were going to get a divorce unless I stayed in a hotel until she left.
Oh, man. You know the saying, fish and company begin to stink after three days, well I think so and my place is going to be reeking by August! I better have a job by the time she shows up for her over-extended stay because if I have to try and tune her out while I'm job hunting, one of us may not live.