Reporting to you LIVE from a Mother In Law Free Zone: Roccie of The Roccie Road.
She is gone now. Sweet rejoicing begin, my house is now my home again.
Rocco took MIL to the airport on Saturday. The three month long occupancy has ended.
The rest of the day I noticed Rocco paying a lot of extra attention to me. My water glass was always topped off and I didn't have to let the dogs in and out. A lot of little things, you know? He made me a nice dinner to boot.
That night, when we crawled into bed, he went to hold my hand. Oh no, Rocco. First of all, it is hard to read with only one hand and second of all, more importantly, nuh-uh, no way, this park is closed for business.
Business Time is over. I am over 37 weeks pregnant, sir.
Please Rocco, I am pulling an extra 30 pounds and while my sex drive may by up, it sure doesn't mean I want to act on it with you. Ahem.
I broke it to him gently and he laughed. I think he laughed at the idea of actually coupling with me, but it IS so preposterous I laughed too.
Rocco wasn't looking for love, but told me he was feeling really connected with me. That he realized just how hard it must have been to live with his mother. He wanted me to know how much he appreciated my sacrifice.
What a good, good man.
I ate 2 Tums, rolled over and went to sleep with a giant smile on my face.