Dammit!

Sorry. Totally blew the everyday thing yesterday. Haha. The third day's the charm I guess. Oh well. Can I use the excuse that it was Sunday? Sundays are busy for me. Most other days I have time on my hands for this sort of thing, but Sundays are busy.

Admittedly, I don't work on Sundays (it being the Lord's day and all). But, I do have three hours of church starting at nine A.M., and afterwards, I have my lunch, and maybe a cuddle or even a nap with Hubby (<3). After that, every Sunday, we go to his parents' house. Every. Single. Solitary. Sunday.

I adore my in-laws, but...they are very strong-willed, opinionated people. They keep asking about why haven't I finished college yet, I am twenty-two, aren't I? And, why don't I drive? After all, If I ever want to move out of the city and back to the suburbs, I'll have to know how to drive. And, what kind of job is mine? A daycare teacher doesn't make enough money to support a family.

Mostly, I smile, and make noncommital remarks. Secretly, I want to say: "I haven't finished college because I'm ADD , and I have no medical insurance to pay for my medication, and rather than set myself up for failure, I've decided to wait until I get that taken care of. And besides, I'm only twenty-two. I have time to live my life. I don't drive because I'm already a klutz on my own two feet, and no one wants someone with absolutely zero co-ordination inside a two-ton vehicle. Someone's gonna get hurt, probably me. Also, I -never- want to move back to the suburbs. I love the city. In fact, if I could afford to move to Manhattan, I'd do it in a heartbeat. And, I adore my job. It is the best job I've ever had. Yes, it's messy, and no, it's not all fun and games (It's mostly fun and games, but not always), but I'd take a job I loved for free over a high-paying job I hated any day. Besides, I plan on being a stay-at-home mom, when the time comes. At least until they're all in school. Once they're gone eight hours a day, then I can work. Childcare for working moms is expensive (I should know)."

However, I will never, never say that to them. They're good people, and besides, they're my husband's parents. How would he feel if I took my temper out on them? Although, personally, I'd love to just move away from them. Even if it was just to Dallas. I like them alright, but I feel that Hubby is still too much....I dunno...dependent on them? He has to seek his father's approval for everything. And, like every good Latino (he's half-Cuban), he thinks his mother's a Saint. (Okay, so she is, since she's the nicer of the two, but still)

Anyway, there goes my whining for the day. Sorry to have gushed like that.

<3