No more angy blogging

Upon our return from the east coast I ended up in a foul mood for two straight days. Too much to do in two short days made me crabby. However today is Sunday. I love the Sabbath. I feel like what I am doing has purpose. Laundry, dishes and other housework certainly has a purpose but the tasks that I have on Sundays somehow seem more important than housework. Today, thanks to the Sabbath, my foul mood has lifted. If that isn't a miracle I don't know what is. So it is my goal to do no more angry blogging. Hopefully my thoughts will be more cohesive and clear.

The last time I had surgery my beloved MIL made me so angry I could have spit nails. I told her to please not come to the hospital until after I was in my hospital room. I asked her to do this so if I had lost my ovaries Paul could tell me in privacy. I asked my parents to do the same thing. There was no reason for anyone other than Paul to be hanging out at the hospital and furthermore I didn't want people to know if I had lost my ovaries. Paul's mother came to the hospital during my surgery and waited around until my doctor had delivered the surgery report. I was furious. What a violation of my privacy. I don't want to tell her I've had surgery until after the fact. Paul isn't particularly happy about this. I think she asked for it by not abiding by my wishes the first time around. We shall see. He doesn't want to seem to want to fight about it. I talked to BFF Brooke about it and her take was that it wasn't fair and it would upset my MIL. I guarantee that she will be less upset than I was when she violated my privacy.