a few vents

I know that this has turned into a sort of negative vibe--a lot of complaining coming from me--but you don't have to read it and it's a great way for me to let go of some of this stuff so that when the husband comes home I don't vent it all on him.

So, today I'm more than a little perturbed with my mother-in-law.  She spent the summer going to thrift sales and the outlet malls and I know that she picked some stuff up for Omega.  She has decided that she's going to keep it all at her house until he is the right size.  And while I understand that is her right, tonight Omega is wearing 3T pjs (and he's not even 8 months old) because he's outgrown all but a few pairs and they're all in the wash.  And I can't help but think that she has some 18 month pjs sitting in her closet.  I know that she's trying to help us keep the clutter out of the house--but I could really use the jammies.

Perhaps the most frustrating part is that when TO was little, she had no problem giving us her thrift sale purchases right away--even though we had 2 complete wardrobes that had been handed down for TO.  I guess I should just be happy that this time around she's being a bit more picky about what she picks up at the sales.  The stuff she got us for TO was always full of stains and it was all about getting it cheap.

We are getting ready for the Make-a-Wish trip coming up soon.  I'm stressing out about the lists of things that have to be packed and done.  I just want to scream.  Or at least get a little help from my husband.  But he's got it in his head that he's just going to get in the car when it's time to head to the airport.  I'm guessing no help will be coming from him.

We are also dealing with TO's anxiety issues.  Currently, she's excited for the trip but very scared about the metal scanners at the airport.  We've watched some videos of the kids going through them on the internet, and I think it's helping.  We'll probably try watching them again tomorrow.  But right now, I know she's trying to work it all out in her head.  So frustrating.  I thought our troubles were done when she finished up treatments--turns out we're just dealing with a different set of troubles. 

Sigh.