Well, it’s technically Christmas day, but I still haven’t been able to fall asleep.

Aside from that, things are okay. My lunch derailed my daily points, but not too horrendously (like a trip to Red Robin or Anderson’s would). Their cats are still so kittenish and adorable and little Frankie (a chocolate-point girl they’re “fostering”-to-adopt that was too afraid at first to eat, drink, or leave a single room) is an affectionate cuddlebug that is learning to find her place within the pecking-order with her new brothers Remy and Logan. Below is a picture of the three of them (Frankie’s wearing a collar, Logan has antlers, and Remy’s Santa Claws).

Christmas Kitties-In-Law

Peter told his parents today that we want to move back home to Buffalo. Apparently, they’re concerned regarding job prospects. I didn’t know he told them until 12 hours later. They’ve kept relatively quiet until (and since) then regarding the subject. They also ignore mention of my being on disability leave or having minimal memories (due to my June 2009 ECT treatments) of my sister-in-law’s June wedding or the entire year preceding it. So I don’t know what they’re thinking, but I pretty much feel like crap – a millstone around their son’s neck that is enabling/enhancing his weaknesses rather than a strong partner to keep him happy and driven in whatever field he chooses.

I’m tired and frustrated and anxious. It’s hard not remembering an entire year, including 2 family weddings and a big family holiday, and having nobody outside of Peter, his parents, his sister (and her husband), and one of Peter’s six aunts know, with two very-large-extended-family get-togethers ahead of us. Oh, and my grandmother’s blood pressure is 70/30, so I’ll be home just in time for the funeral.

Well, who needs a boring life, hmmm? Certainly not someone as boring as me