Well goodness. What a day. I woke up this morning feeling half human, but the sun is shining, it's still cool, and there is a nice breeze blowing. Good day for a walk. Good day to be motivated and resume the house scouring I was doing before my trip. Good day.

And then, I called hubby. And was instantly hit with "lets talk about what we are going to do when E, baby and X move in with us."

What the fuck?

Now hold on a goldarned minute. X was after me a bit when I was in Chico, talking about having the baby and E move back down here so E can get work, etc. I told her that that might happen, but that me, dad and E need to sit down, have a major family discussion, and discuss the terms. That shut her up. No, he does not have a blanket invitation to waltz in here when ever he feels like it. Period.

She also had made the comment about "if I were in real dire straits, I know you guys would help me." Well, yeah, we would, because we are nice people and would hate to see you homeless. But c'mon woman, how horrid would that be. You living in your ex-husbands house with his current wife? That's awkward, weird, and in some ways, just plain sick. It will take a lot of prodding from the Lord above to get me to accept that. I don't rightly want you in my house, dig? I just can't fathom that scenario being anything other than super stressful, and Lord knows, I've got enough stress in my life.

Wow....so....well, anyways, in this conversation this morning with spouse, he brings this up, yet again. He has mentioned it umpteen times since my drive home on Sunday, and it's really starting to get at me. I asked him "who's been getting at you, why are you so fixated on this topic right now?" He claims no one has been at him, but I am not buying it. It's either X or E has been calling him a lot, or simply that he saw the tape of the baby and has reverted into "do anything to get the child back here" mode. Both of which are wrong reasons to let this happen. I need to figure out what's going on here, who's doing an end run on me, and try to dig into the whole psychology of why he is so anal on this all of a sudden.

He's had a grand total of 10 hours sleep in the last week. He is crabby, pissy, being a crybaby, and downright mean right now. Hence, I told him I didn't really want to discuss it until he was well rested, as he is not making sound decisions at the moment.

His response: "Listen, X, don't go....."

He called me by HER name, again. God I hate that. It happened a few times when we were first together. But you would think after 9 years of marriage, he could keep us straight. However, he's got X on the mind, for whatever reason.

It pissed me off so bad I just set the cell phone on the counter and walked away from it. Take that you scurvy rat. (He hates me putting down the phone, or hanging up on him, in the worst way.)

So he called back, and we were able to agree that this did not warrant further discussion until he was: a) at home, and b) well rested, and c) until such time as E approached us and wanted to discuss it. No sense in putting the buggy before the horse, and I will NOT allow the rest of my vacation to be spent worrying about how, when, and why my house, and my finances, will tumble into a shambles again by unwanted housepests.

He tried, in his own unique way, to ruin my day, but I am rebuking it. I am going to go shower....and get to work. I am motivated to accomplish some great things today.

So, it's off to do that. Pray for me if you are a praying person. I would love to have the baby here again, for good. But I don't want, and can't afford, to support two extra non-working adults. Can't do it. Nope.

Ok...ciao.