Ripping the Band-Aid Off

So, it finally happened the MIL and I have crossed paths again. My two long term readers know what happened the last time I was in her presence.

Nothing ever was resolved. I just ignored her emails and didn't talk to her on the phone for 9 months until I absolutely had too when Eric flew up with Aaron and I had to give her some last min instructions.

It wasn't too bad considering I had a panic/anxiety attack before leaving my dad's the other day. I do have General Anxiety Disorder but never have attacks. I was trying to find a doctor to get some of the good drugs in the form of Xanax or Ativan but my provinces health care system failed me in Interior BC  (due to lack of doctors available at a walk-in clinic) and I am doing so without. (I've got a post for the how I feel the health care system is failing us, but that's for another time.)

This time we are staying a hotel. Much more preferable. Aaron and I are on our road trip which may or may not take us to Winnipeg. It depends if I start a new job on the 17th.

I didn't got searching for it, it found me. And the best part is it's only two days per week. Perfect for me as I really just want to stay at home with Aaron, but enough to get me out of the house and to contribute a wee bit to our income. Aaron's daycare is flexible so it's a win-win.

I want to hash out some of my thoughts on the MIL front but we have been on the road awhile and I want to crash.

Night.