We were sitting around the table tonight when my SD11 tells us that one of her classmates last week was going around telling everyone she's pregnant....she's only in 5th grade. She's an average girl and eats normally, we promote healthiness and she's in basketball. Yes she's a little round around the middle but we are trying to promote healthiness in our house and not to be too worried about our weight.

I love my husband, however, I'm starting to forget all the reasons why I married him in the first place. There seems to be so many more obstacles now that we're married and seems to be so MUCH more work than ever expected. You see I was always an active person. Whether is was hiking or walking or taking my very beloved dog to the park (which I had to give away when I decided to move with my husband to his home state....a decision I regret with my whole heart).

My SS who is eight talks about death and people getting killed a lot. Even on movies and TV when they show someone getting hurt he'll ask "They're dying aren't they?" when really they're just hurt. Last night he had a nightmare, came into our room. His dad was dead asleep so I woke up and talked to him for a little bit and got him to go back to bed. Well, this morning his grandmother pulls me aside to talk to me. She tells me that this morning he told her his nightmare was about someone coming into his room and stabbing him.

So a few days ago I posted a blog asking for advice. Today I think I just need to vent. I took the advice of others about talking to my MIL. However, she wasn't very responsive to what I had to say and well now she isn't talking to me at all. We used to get a long wonderfully and now she's been stand offish towards me. She told me that she didn't appreciate that my husband and I made the decision to let the kids go see their BM. It wasn't her decision to make so I don't understand why she's mad about us making the decision. It makes it really hard when you live under the same roof as her.