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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Date night, scrubbed.

Well, date night is scrubbed. For next weekend that is.

I can't remember if I told the story, but last summer mother in law was down here visiting. Turns out it was race weekend in Daytona and we didn't know- I thought it was the next weekend. I commented something about how it would have been nice to go, and that was that. No big deal.

Well ever since then, MIL has made it a point every other time we talk on the phone to tell us that she is coming down to watch the kids in Feb so that we can go to the race. Since July she's been saying this. It really hasn't been anything that I was desperate about going to, goodness knows we've been to a lot of races, just not at Daytona. It's only an hour from here, not that big of a deal if we went or not.

Well she insists that we go, even buying our tickets for "Valentine's Day" she says.

As the date is approaching, it is plainly obvious to me that she has absolutely no interest in coming here. I'm pretty darn good at reading people, and she's not a hard one to read. We have called her on multiple occasions asking when she plans on coming down, only to be met with "Do you need to know right now". It was really beginning to piss me off because I knew it was going to get down to the wire and she was going to get grouchy about it. I *hate* to make plans too far in advance, but she was acting like she may be here Thursday night, in which case daughter would be at gymnastics and we wouldn't even be here to let her in. Just a simple question of when she was coming, what day, with the understanding that it's subject to change is all we wanted to know.

Honestly, I don't want *anyone* in my house that doesn't want to be here, and certainly not watching my kids. She is a great person and wouldn't ever harm a fly, but she gets so grouchy sometimes and given all that has been going on lately, I just don't have the energy for it. At. All.

Husband calls yesterday as one last attempt to see when she is coming. You know, it wasn't that big of a deal and I think it could have been handled differently. If she really wanted to be here she could have said things were busy at work and she just wasn't sure yet, or something to that extent. But to bluntly say "Do you need to know right now" just signals to me that she has no desire to come here. So I told husband to un-invite her or else (yes, I threatened), stuck the tickets on Craigslist, and that is that.

Really there is no point to this very boring blog entry other than the fact that I needed to rant about my mother in law, because even though she is very good to us, she can really wear on my nerves more often that not. :) I see a lot of her in my husband, it drives me insane. Needless to say, she won't be down for awhile.

Hopefully I don't sound petty. It's not over the race, it's just over the situation and her in general. On a good note, my mom is coming on the 10th, and bringing my Mimi with her, who hasn't been down yet, so I'm excited to show her around and let her finally have mental pictures to associate with what we're talking about on the phone :) Maybe husband and I can sneak in a date night while they are here. And, at least I have an additional few days to get my house clean. It looks like my washing machine vomited in my bedroom floor, and we're having company for the Super Bowl, Girl Scouts meeting here on Tuesday, and then my mom and Mimi the next Tuesday. Yikes.

I suppose I *should* be in my room putting up said laundry, except that I refuse to put it up until it's all washed, and it's not, and aside from that I have a terrible sore throat thanks to ill daughter. Therefor I am not in the mood to do anything, at all. ;)

3 comments:

Persnickety Ticker said...

I feel you pain. The one actual MIL that I had hated me as much as I hated her. The current "MIL" thinks I am just a floozy and a homewrecker. Hehehe. Floozy. I love that word.

My mountain of laundry is calling to me too. I have so much to do in such a short time. Stressed? Me? Nah...cool as a cucumber.

Sorry you had to miss the race.

Bridgett said...

I'm in complete and utter empathy with you.

My MIL and I? Not the best of friends. In fact, I refuse to talk to her on the phone anymore.

And I understand why you're irritated...I would be too.

Vent away, baby. Vent away!

Feel better!

XOXO

Sarahlcc♥ said...

I have a Step-MIL.

It still boggles the mind. (mine)