Since my new job so far has been a nightmare, I look forward to go home. The place I can have some peace, the place I can do whatever I want, and the place I can find some love. Home is sort of a compensation from work. When my husband isn't home - he isn't very often - I get love from Figgy the cat. He waits for me on my bed, meows when he seems me, asking for a stroke. He will also turn his little belly up so I can massage him. He lets me do that. I call him perfection or gorgeousness, and he lets me give him kisses. He also lets me feed him (my husband calls me "Figgy's bitch" but I think he's just slightly jealous). So I fed him yesterday.
I woke up today at 6 am, part of my new routine. Right, I went down to the kitchen already pissed off that I was awake at 6 am and had to go to that bloody job, and I found a to whom it may concern post-it: "Figgy is not a LION CUB FYI. He doesn't need that many biscuits! Stop overfeeding him! Thank you!" It was from my mother-in-law. Now I don't like sarcasm with my coffee and I didn't appreciate that. I went back upstairs and told my husband "We have to move out! You said it was temporary til I had a job. I have a job now!", to which he responded "Why should we waste our money on rent when we are saving to buy our own house?" (who's saving? maybe he is, I'm too self indulgent to save). So apparently I'm stuck to a list of house rules for a while longer. She actually gave me a written list the day after I moved in, when my husband was at work.
I'm not allowed to close the curtains during daytime, or close my door entirely except when changing. I also can't leave my wardrobe open, or eat in bed, or let Figgy in bed without many protective layers (Figgy is always in bed, layers or not). And those are just the bedroom rules! There are bathroom, kitchen and living room rules. I used to adore my mother in law but living with her cured that in no time!
Truth is no one should live with their mother past age of 18. Your mother or someone else's. But if it is someone else's mother is even worse, you cannot talk back! No, no, it's wrong: If you are married, three is a crowd, except for pets, pets are wonderful.
So now I'm eating risotto with a glass of white wine. In bed. Just to piss her off.
