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About 4 days before Christmas I woke up in the best mood that I have been in since Scott has passed away.  I just woke up feeling joy, excitement and wishing it was Christmas morning.  I just felt at peace with things which was really really nice.  My brother's and their  spouses and us  had taken my parents on a limo light tour as their Christmas present which was a lot of fun and we just laughed and enjoyed being with one another.  this has really been the first time just my immediate family has gotten together since the summer Scott passed.  ( They all came together and helped out my brothers even taking time off work to help out with C)   But it seems that I am not allowed to just be able to be in a good place for any length of time. 

It starts with my MIL sending C the one gift he had asked Santa for and had been talking about Santa giving him for the whole month of December.  Everyone in the family new that he wanted Santa to bring him a nutcracker to crack nuts to make peanut butter.  So being that it was the one thing he was consistently asking Santa for his mother made sure to buy him one along with a bad of peanuts and printed a recipe for pb found online.  Luckily my husband was opening the box with C and realized what it was before C got a good look and he quickly made up some excuse and whisked the box away....so we scramble to find another item to put in the box to be from his grandparents.  The real kicker is that she has a gift for C that he would love more than anything a garbage truck made by the brand of toys he loves to play with. ( the boy is fascinated by garbage trucks and dumps) But she claims she cannot find a box big enough to ship it.  The real reason is that she loves to buy expensive highend stuff so buying a nutcracker that is handmade from Germany in a highend antique store was more up her "alley". ( umm yes send  a 4 year old boy an expensive nutcracker meant for decor to use to make pb....the one santa gave him cost $12)  Also she is holding the garbage truck "hostage" because she thinks we are going to come and visit sooner so he can get it.     Needless to say my husband and I are not too happy and my husband calls his mother to explain to her that we can not give the gift she sent because Santa is giving it which she already knew.  I also think it was her way of also feeling good about herself because she was "one upping" Santa.    Usually when someone goes against her wishes or tells her no ( usually me) she gets snippy, and really difficult.  This time she did not which means she knows what she did was wrong.

So we get through that little "hiccup"  and have a really nice Christmas Eve dinner with my dads side of the family.  

Christmas was good and watching C open his presents was the best part about Christmas.  My husband had made him a firehouse which was our gift to him.   He loved that and he loved the nutcracker.  I see peanut butter making in my very near future...He also got his rescue equipment he had wanted so he could be a real rescue guy that jumps out of helicopters.  ( flippers, mask, and snorkel)  Along with a bunch of new trucks.  After presents and breakfast I ended up falling asleep on the couch.  Then later my parents and aunt came over and I ended up sleeping again on the couch.  I realize now that I was most likely a little depressed hence all the sleeping.  But there were no meltdowns or tears I just felt very lethargic. 

Then that night my husband and I are settling in to watch the Dr. Who Christmas special when the phone rings.   My Mil telling us once again my FIL is in the ER.  Most would be concerned but he has become a frequent flyer lately in the Er.  So you never know when he's just crying wolf and when it is for real. He can be a bit of a "drama Queen" and likes to get attention wherever he can get it.   So it turns out there may actually be something wrong this time but my usually know it all MIL is not asking the questions that needs to be asked to find out what is going on so we are getting very confusing info.  My husband calls the hospital this week to find out what needs to be done so that he can talk to the doctors.  It's just a simple form signed by his dad and him.  Well of course his mom gets bent out of shape that he wants to do this and then when he privately talks to his dad we get a very confusing response of now is just not the time....ummm okay.  So needless to say my husband is once again angry with his parents, I"m angry that once again they are putting my husband through all this.  ( I could write for hours about the inlaws they are that screwed up...)

So tonight we decide to have a date night since my aunt has been wanting some hang out time with C.  We did the movie and dinner.  We saw Saving Mr. Banks which is an awesome movie.  But the previews....apparently the book , Heaven is Real is being made into a movie.  Guess what we got to see the preview for...both my husband and I are watching it with tears streaming from our faces.  So that is how date night started for us...but it did get better.  and we had a nice time.

I just sometimes want to put a sign on my door and around my neck that says I'm in a happy place right now please don't ruin it....but I guess that's life and you just have to grasp hold of the good amongst everything else.  I am attaching some of  my good, pics of C with his nutcracker, in his rescue gear, him and Elvis and one of him holding a stack of presents he got Christmas eve.  My good is him, my husband, my parents, and my brothers/Sil. 

And yes he is wearing a tie by his own choice. He likes to dress in suits like Daddy does for work.