Here's the scoop

I promised to blab about the stuff going on at Aunt Jo's corner and so here it is.

First, lets have a cast of characters.
MIL is my mother-in-law
SIL is my husband's sister
OSIL is my other sister-in-law, married to DH's brother

Ready, set, go.My MIL is very unhappy at her current location. A mere week after FIL passed away they gave her a new roommate. MIL was not happy. She didn't want a roommate sleeping in FIL's bed. She's too crowded, and above all else, it stinks in her room now. She's pitched one fit after another. Thus began the phone calls. I feel bad for her. I know she's miserable without FIL, but we can't undo it and that is the root of the whole problem.Or so we thought. OSIL lives in the same town with MIL and is supposed to go and pick up her laundry, check on her, and take her to church on Sunday. OSIL is being paid for her time, trouble, and laundry soap. When SIL arrived on Monday she found her mother wearing dirty clothes, for the 4th day in a row, because OSIL hadn't been around to do her laundry. For two stinking weeks. OSIL hasn't been answering the phone when MIL calls and hasn't been around to take her to church. But, she's managed to put 700+ miles on MIL's vehicle, run it out of gas, and tried a few other not-so-nice shenanigans..You can't imagine the fury that swept across DH and SIL when this shook out. OSIL is in deep doo-doo. I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of my MIL, but I'm working on it. As her attitude toward me changes, mine changes towards her. We're getting better. That said, I would never in a million years let my MIL wear dirty clothes while I was off doing heaven knows what and being paid for it. Never. Ever. No matter how we got along. It's just wrong.

MIL feels alone and abandoned.

So, SIL and DH have talked MIL into moving to a nursing home in Texas so she'll be closer to SIL. At least there we know she'll have visitors, her laundry done, and SIL can be with her more. MIL is happy with the thought of moving and ready to go, yesterday.

This weekend we're loading MIL up lock, stock, and walker and taking her to Texas. I hope she'll be happier and I know it's going to be a relief to DH and SIL not to have to worry about whether or not she's got clean clothes, visitors, etc.

OSIL will be dealt with. She's not going to be happy, but hey, that's life sometimes.

Okay, if you made it that far you deserve a cookie.

Now for the rest of the story.

My mom has bad knees. They've been bad for 20+ years and are affecting her quality of life. She too young to be this miserable. So the time has come for Mom to get something done about it and I couldn't be happier. What kind of child is happy their only living parent is about to undergo surgery? No, don't answer that.

Anyway, she gets her first bionic knee on August 3rd and hopefully the second one six weeks later. I'm being a brat and insisting that she spend at least a couple of days with me after she's sprung from the hospital. She's not crazy about the idea, but I don't want to send her home alone and worry about her falling and such. Seeing that I'm driving her home, if I turn into my driveway and unload her here, I don't see there's much she can do about it. I promise to let her go home once I'm sure she's okay to be alone part of the time.

So there you have it. We're up to our collective eyeballs in family stuff right now.

P.S. The cat has nothing to do with anything, but he was cute.