Have you notice that the days, weeks, months, and years goes faster as soon as you hit the big 40? I know right? I tried updating my writings while my children are doing their lessons and I only had one post in March. What was I doing the rest of the March while my children are doing their lessons. Geez!
The last two weeks of March I feel ill. I'm not really sure what I got because even the doctors cannot determined. I had cough, sore dry throat, and fever. I woke up from my nap feeling achy and I even went to get some grocery thinking it will go away by itself. As soon as I get back from the grocery store, that was it. I was bound to bed for the whole 2 weeks. Our children enjoyed their unexpected early spring unschooling vacation. Lucky for me, DH was still home.
DH never liked the house works. Everyone feed themselves, except for his mother whom does not have any brain left. Every time I hear him yelling at his mother, I feel more ill. I usually cook everything for her, and DH does the socializing with her. However, he can't cook and socialize...hahaha. Anyway, I feel better now except for this cough that I get every now and then. A very dry cough that will not go away unless I cough my eyes out. It happens about twice a day.
FIL papers works are still not final. MIL is still staying with us, she's like a two years old with a body of an old lady who lies 99.9 percent of a time. I think she lives to lie her whole life. Anyway, I'm not a psychology, just my own observation. We put in a door to our side of the house, now she is separated from us. She still play with the doorknob trying to force open the door. Any door that are close she need to get into, and every place she is not allowed she need to be there.
She goes outside in the middle of the night, turning on all the light switch she can find and dragging all she can from her apartment and put them in our vehicles. We have three vehicles park outside the house. She can hardly walk and once in a while I will get awaken by her screaming because she step wrong and fallen, trying to move by crawling until she can hold on to something and pick herself up. I kept telling DH to lock her door at night, but he is very much against not letting her mother out of the house. "Ok then, my mouth is shut when something bad happen to her outside, when your sister with the POA ask," I told DH.
Our house got appraised, well actually let me re-phrase that. A realtor agent came to our house to find out the value of our house for the inheritance tax to get paid. It was done before I got sick in March. It's been over a month now and she never got back to us, yet. How long exactly to figure out how much a house worth? Just base it on what you see, not what you think is the possibility if everything is 100 percent. The cost of the house on the day we purchase it play a big rule on determining the worth of the house, don't you think?
These mambo-jumbo paper works when someone passed making my brain hurts. DH and I are already making lists for our children to make it easy for them when we pass. We actually wanted to put the house on their names when we bought it, but the lawyer said no, because they are still underage. I think that was a good idea, plus they don't have to pay inheritance tax on it. However, that might be the same reason why we were not allowed to put it on their names, "the tax." Who knows, I don't work for the bar association.
Enough of these headache, you readers have a great weekend. I will be if I can get a nice rest.