Nanna, Camps, and Potential Flies in the Ointment

I’m very pleased to report that the visit with my mother-in-law has been uneventful and pleasant. She has been helpful and also very non-judging of us. The first night she was here, she thanked me for marrying Russell. I think she was afraid that I would be “divorcing” her too, which I assured her isn’t the case. She’s not always my favorite person, but she is Chloe’s grandmother. She has asked me several times if I think “we’ll find our way back to each other” over these next three years of co-existing. I told her that I think that ship has sailed. I love Russell, but I’m not in love with him anymore. We’ve both changed and again…he’s GAY. Russell told her I was pissed she hadn’t called and she actually addressed it by telling me the other night that she just didn’t know what to say. I suppose I understand that. I don’t think anyone in that family has ever gotten divorced…they just die.
In other news, Russell and I are “discussing” what to do with Chloe this summer. My job is no longer cost effective. Any camps that I would send her to this summer would actually be MORE money than what I would make during the time that she would be there. I’m applying for some wait jobs so that I can do that while I’m in school and I’m hoping one of those comes through sooner than later. This is my life…announce I no longer want to be married, but I want you to live with me and continue to financially support me for 3 years while I’m in school, and oh btw I’m quitting my job…lovely. I’m sure he’s sitting around going WTF? I’m shocked that he’s letting me get away with this…guilt is a powerful thing I suppose. (I don’t want to give the impression that I’m a gold digging whore…Russell doesn’t have enough money for me to be.) We talked about possibly sending Chloe home for the summer to my family, but 2 months is too long for her to be gone from her Mama and my family isn’t exactly waving the normal flag. At some point, I should probably do a posting on my crazy Southern family…my parents make my situation look almost pedestrian.
Yesterday I heard from cute ex-Army boy that moved back to Texas in January. It seems he’s moving back in the summer…yes! That was some super fun, hot, o-m-g sex. Speaking of which, I get the keys to our new house on Thursday. Owen is coming over to break in the new place that morning…so many new rooms, so many possibilities. I just hope Gavin and Owen don’t know each other, which given what they both do for a living/fun is pretty impossible on this island. I guess I should say I hope Gavin doesn’t sit in his backyard and watch for Owen to come over on my days off. This would totally freak Owen out. I suppose its back to the van if that happens.
-Jules