Well it has certainly been an eventful week to put it mildly.  You would think that the years i have put in with my dear hubby I would have recognized an emotional buildup because of his meds being off and my not encouraging to talk more about his fears instead of mistaking it for an all-out end of everything.  One late night venting session between the two of us has everything back on track and running smoothly.  Nothing like deep emotional breakthroughs till two A.M. and then going in to work at five A.M.  But its all good now.  This week has been a crazy weird turn.  My sister and I have slacked off the last few days with our workouts and since I have been working the 5-2 shift I have been too tired to make our healthy dinners.  But all is not lost since I have today and tomorrow off work we will be getting that back on track too.  This morning I made a yummy food discovery I have to share.  As usual I forgot to make my sons lunch until the last minute we were already running late.  I also needed to heat up a veggie burger for myself (my favorite breakfast).  So of course we are out of veggie burgers.  Whole wheat low-cal english muffin already in toaster I decide to throw on a LITTLE bit of peanut butter,yes I know how fattening peanut butter is hence all cap little.  Now since my son was seven his sandwich of choice is peanut butter and nutella.  Hhmmm. Just little on top of the peanut butter and add a spoonful of raspberry jam and you have breakfast.  Ok it may not be for everybody but it was awesome.  Anyway today I am home.  Yes I will complete a few things on my to do list but it is really about relaxing and enjoying the family these two days.  The next few weeks at work are going to be extra crazy with our inventory coming up and while I did fine last year with my departments some of my co-workers did not fare so well and a few heads are on the chopping block if there is not an improvement.  We are also looking at one of the members of this household moving in the next few months.  Oh we can dream can't we.  Her arrival over a year ago was "temporary" and just going to be for a few months until she found an apartment.  Okay I moved in here "temporarily" four years ago BUT I understand the dynamic of this family and its unspoken rules.  There are three separate yet related families here. My sis,her hubby and their daughter. It's their house and ultimately their rules. Family two our mother and father.  They have the back section of the house and my sis would have never been able to afford the mortgage without their contribution.  And then myself my hubby and our son.  When sis is having an issue with her hubby or child we all stay out.  Same thing for mother and father, same for my brood.  We all contribute and bring different things to the household.  Then there is Weezie.  She is the last addition(#9) to the house.  She sleeps in the 30 year old chair she brought with her and sat in the middle of my sisters living room.  Her chair also is directly in front of the front door.  So anyone coming or going must hear comments or questions about where ya going?, where ya been? how was your day.  My sister has nicknamed her the people greeter.  Problem is our family is not like that. We tease and torment and ridicule each other(in a loving way) but we all give each other space.  Before she came here we used to play Wii on the weekends in my sisters living room and have a blast.  Or rock band or trivia games.  That all ended when we had someone sitting there making smart comments any time someone messed up. Then there is the issue of the bodily noises coming from this person.  As I am sitting here in the dining room right now typing I have heard at least three burps from the living room that would make Shrek blush.  Uuuuggggg!!!  Yes my father and brother in law can be guilty of such noises too but with her it is ALL the time.  At some point enough is enough.  Let me explain the name Weezie. Some people are going to think I am horrible I DON"T CARE you don't live with her.  Weezie has emphyzema and asthma and diabetes and whole host of other conditions.  She moved in here because her own home was unlivable for her.  It was in such poor condition she had to be hospitalized for complications.  She lived an hour away from here.  So she moved in with her son, a no-brainer.  She is on oxygen every minute of the day.  So along with her and her belongings in my sisters living room is all of her medical equipment too.  There are three bathrooms in this house.  One in my sisters bedroom.  One in the back of the house that is my parents.  And the main household bathroom in the hallway inbetween my bedroom and my sons room.  She will only use the restroom in the main one because it is closest.  So everytime the woman has to go there is an oxygen hose running through the room.  When she first moved in we all realized quickly she does not breath like any other people we know with emphyzema or on oxygen. Imagine a woman doing long slow EXHALING breaths in lamaze class. WOOSH WOOSH.  My sister is a nurse.  I work with several elderly people much older than Weezie that have the same health problems.  My mother in law died from emphyzema and never had the exaggerated breathing she has.  We believe she does it for the attention and to play up her condition.  So anyway she got the name Weezie because when I have to be at work at seven I get up about 5 to get ready every morning no fail she would be standing outside the bathroom door waiting for me to get out and it is dark in the hallway and you can hear her WOOSH WOOSH outside the door waiting.  I know I sound horrible but consider this.  Every week a man comes to the house to do something to her oxygen machine,I don't know what. Anyway he comes around noon.  A few weeks ago Weezie clogged up the toilet and was trying plunge it herself and I had cleaned earlier so the bathroom did still have bleach fumes in it.  She got a little out of breath and went to sit down and my sister checked her machine for her.  This was 6pm her machine had been off since noon and she hadnt noticed until then. Ha Busted.  There are two million other things the woman does that make us all want to wrap that hose around her neck but I am going to stop there.  So when I say she may be leaving in a few months this is a thing of great joy.  And if you think I am harsh my sister is ten times more ready to have her gone. None of us are perfect here and we all drive each other nuts and do things that get on each others nerves the difference between her and the rest of us is we are all aware of the things we do. Anyway one of these days she is gonna blow us all to bits frying sausage and eggs on the GAS stove with her oxygen tube still on then my sister will get the new kitchen she wants.  Guess it all works out in the end.