Oh yeah, it's paradise here. So far, MIL has stated how boggled she is that so many children are born with Down's Syndrome. After all, there's a test for that. Why would you have a child like that if you know it has Down's? This was after I told her that a good friend in St. Louis has a son with Down's and started a wonderful foundation there as a result. Also, I told her that U-Dad and I opted to not have the test, that if that's the card that we were dealt, then so be it. She scolded me on that one -- you're too smart for that! Why would you do that? I don't want any grandchildren like that!
Take a big chunk of that and season it with a blasting TV set on the Lifetime Channel -- is there really such a large market for such truly awful drivel? And if it's not on Lifetime, it's on the news. Where two small children can hear AT TOP VOLUME about a series of rapes happening in a park in Florida. Or perhaps enjoy the delightful themes of Law & Order: SVU reruns.
So here I am at the internet cafe while U-Kid 2 naps and U-Kid 1 is out "helping" U-Dad with his workout at the local high school.
Ok, I'm done venting. And my time is up soon. And I know of exactly one Starbucks in this otherwise cute town, so I'm heading there next. And I'm trying to not be crabby and to put on a happy face. White-knuckling it a bit, but I'm a grown-up, and I only have to do this once a year really, so I need to get the hell with it. (MIL can't bring herself to visit -- this is the 2nd time she's ever laid eyes on U-Kid 2 -- UK2 will be a better person for it, I imagine)
Peace out, friends! Hoping for happier posts in the near future!