I managed to accomplish a lot today. I cleaned out all of the cages and the litter box. I got the vacuum cleaner put back together, and vacuumed most of the house. I ran several errands with the children. Replaced the filter in the refrigerator. Took L to see the doctor; he's got bronchitis.
All in all, the house is back to zero. Now, I can start getting it into the state I want it to be.
Got an email from the recovery center. They asked what time would be good for her to call tomorrow. I gave them a time, and then they countered with times that I could pick from. I have asked that, in future, if there are times that I need to pick from, that they tell me that up front.
I plan on focusing on some beautiful things with her tomorrow. I don't want to tell her that the center and I are already off on the wrong foot. Maybe I'm just oversensitive after the last time.
On the other hand, I need to look after myself. I am the only provider for the children right now. I have to make sure that I stay as sane as possible.
Perhaps I can call the center and discuss my issues with them sometime this week.
I am deeply troubled that the hardest part of my day was biting back my anger about the center not telling me up front about the times that work. That does not bode well for the next however many weeks.
The other fun issue I'm going to have to deal with is my mother-in-law. Broadly, she is directly responsible for the current relapse. And oversimplification? Maybe. I don't much care what the realities of the situation are right now, I am more concerned with the realities of my own situation. As such, I am planning on ensuring that she does not get to see my children this week.
And make no mistake, right now, they are my children. No one else's. My responsibility, my children. That means my decision stands. And if anyone does not like it, they can jump in the lake.
My parents were over last night. They had a hard time understanding my feelings on the situation. I suppose, in the end, they probably don't like seeing me exclude one of the grandparents, in case the same ever happens to them. Not likely. To the best of my knowledge, my parents have not actively destroyed my wife.
In the end, I think my mother-in-law will be relieved that she doesn't have to bother visiting her grandchildren. She certainly didn't seem like she wanted to see them for any reason other than keeping up appearances. A couple of Sunday afternoons when it fits into her schedule? That doesn't sound like somebody who wants to see their grandchildren. Past history bears me out on this, so please don't think I'm being irrational. She didn't even bother to come visit her grandson when he was born and didn't even make it out here until she had another excuse to come visit her friends. And that's pretty much the way it's always been. She only ever visits when she has some pretext to spend time with her friends, such as a wedding, or a PhD dissertation. We are basically third or fourth or ninth on her list of reasons to come visit. So, at this point she's about 400 billionth on my list of things to deal with.
Will there be repercussions? Yes. I'll probably have to deal with Tom and Margaret, and try to make some sort of explanation as to why I didn't want to see her. But I don't care. I don't want her around my children. Or me, if it comes to that.
Anyway, apart from the phone call, and trying to dodge my mother-in-law, tomorrow should be fairly relaxing. I plan on doing some fun things with the kids.
We'll see how that pans out.