On Monday night my hubby had been home for several hours but decided to tell me right before we went to bed that his parents are coming in mid March.
I’ve been waiting to hear this news, just not right before bed when I’m about to die of exhaustion. It got me worked up and I was up half the night. My in-laws are effing crazy and it would take the patience of Mother Teresa and Gandhi combined to put up with them for more than an hour. You can read in more detail and learn more than you ever wanted to about my in-laws here, here, here, and here. Although this post is one of my favorites.
They were supposed to come out for my daughter’s 2nd BIRTHDAY!! in April but a miracle happened. My husband found out he’s going to be teaching again next quarter and since it starts around the little hummingbird’s 2nd BIRTHDAY!! and his parents need constant attention, we were able to change the date of their visit so my hubby won’t have them breathing down his neck while he prepares for class.
Just a quick review. My father-in-law is very scientific in what he talks about. It’s never anything normal and it’s rare that my in-laws can actually have a casual conversation. During Thanksgiving dinner my FIL went on and on about how to make effing cement. He can easily spend an hour just talking about trees or the mechanics of a freezer, and my in-laws make watching movies a miserable experience.
We saw the movie Up on dvd and I LOVED it. My mother-in-law bitched the whole time. She would go on about how nothing in the movie is realistic
it’s an effing cartoon, how a house couldn’t really float off with several balloons attached to it, and she would always say “Oh, please! That couldn’t really happen!” throughout the movie. She would try to get into debates with my husband about how these things could be changed so it would be more realistic. I wanted to pelt her in the face with my m&m’s and suffocate her with the bag so she would shut it!
But then I wouldn’t have known how the movie ended because of the whole homicide thing.
When it comes to my mother-in-law (who has over 100 turtles; they are her life), she seems to enjoy making me mental. I know that she had a bad relationship with her mother-in-law and would be told things just to hurt her feelings but then she turns around and treats me the same way while she thinks I’m lucky to have her as a mother-in-law. Bwahahahaha. And yes, she really has told me that I got off easy because she’s such a great MIL.
She’s really passive-aggressive with me and her claws come out as soon as my husband turns his back. She treats my husband like he pisses gold but she treats me like I’m something she stepped in. I understand he’s her son but when it comes to my mom, she treats us both with love.
On one of my in-laws more recent visits, the time had come for us to say our goodbye’s and I was almost ready to give myself a pat on the back for surviving the visit. My husband was a few feet away talking to his dad. My MIL gave me a hug and then told me she had something for me. I instantly felt like such a bitch for thinking she’s an awful woman.
She reached in her purse and then handed me a picture of my husband and I from several years ago, back when I was just 21 and pre-hummingbird. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. I felt like she might be up to something but gave her another hug and thanked her.
Then she said she wanted to give me this picture to remind me of how I used to look so maybe now I’ll think about losing some weight.
I have 16 days to sharpen my shank…….