*big old personal rant* I'm awake, after only sleeping 5 hours because Payton would not go to sleep until I drove her round for 30 mins. My husband left for his MRI and to get the rest of our stuff from his buddies house. And I'm stuck at his parents house.... I hate this place. His sister is a POS, I hope the police come get her today (I hate having to worry about our stuff while she's here..) She loves to steal things of value and sell them for drug money or recently tattoo money(like her fathers cell phone, bull dog, mothers ruby earrings, my husbands K.I.A buddies hunting equipment. And she doesn't take care if her 3 kids here. His dad is lazy and doesn't really care much either (his youngest grandson (2yr old) choked on a penny last night in front of him and puked and my husband who had been sleeping had to clean it and when he told him there was more to be cleaned his dad just stared at the TV. And we needed his help today and he woke up an hr and a half after we needed to leave. I think I'll be taking my daughter on a random drive today.. Once my MIL is back with my car (we were supposed to take her van but his dad didn't wake up) ugh I hate being here.. But We are "homeless" with my 6 week old daughter... Talk about feeling like a piece of shit mother right now. I never wanted to be in this situation. I wish my husband never got out of the military fuck he would be deployed right now but it least we'd have a home for our child. 😔