My in-laws came to town this weekend for a bowling tournament. This is fine. Good actually, because it means we can see them but not too much because they’re busy doing other things.
Friday night we went to a cook-out at one of their friends houses. Everyone was super sweet and kind to me. I hadn’t met these folks before, although one of them is the guy who does our taxes, so it was good to put a face to the name. We stayed WAY too late though because the steaks didn’t get done until 9:00 pm. Pregnant hungry belly was not happy about that, but I tried to play it off as no big deal. I didn’t want to be rude, and luckily I had emergency chocolate in my purse that I could munch on in the bathroom (I KNOW. OKAY. I KNOW.)
So that was fine. I lost an entire evening, but that was fine. Chief had drill the next day so we got home and snuggled up with the fur babies and went to bed.
Then Saturday I worked like a mad fiend. I’m living my life on the assumption that we’re going to get the extension on the HELOC, no problem (still waiting to hear) and that I’ll need to have my house ready for appraisal soon. I was up and at ’em at 7:00 am vacuuming and dusting before the carpet cleaner guys came that afternoon. Then I ran errands at Target and Lowe’s so Chief and I would have mulch to do the gardens when he got off that afternoon.
Then we had dinner with the in-laws, again. Let me back up by saying that a month ago when they told us they were coming we asked them to bring their truck so they could get more (because, seriously, there’s a lot) of their stuff from our house. They haven’t lived there in FOUR YEARS and we still have tons of their crap. Chief has boxed a bunch of stuff up. They said that would be fine, no problem. And Friday night his dad asked him to get his old mower out of one of the storage sheds for him and he’d take that too. Sure. No problem. Take it all as far as I’m concerned. BECAUSE IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS.
So then it’s Saturday and we’re at dinner and Chief says, “So are you guys coming over right after?” And they’re all “What for?” LIKE WE HADN’T TALKED ABOUT IT THE NIGHT BEFORE AND WEEKS BEFORE THAT. And Chief was like “You know, to get your stuff…” and they were like “Well we’re really busy tonight, can’t we just get it in May?” And Chief was like “No, I’d really like you to get it now, because we’re sort of getting ready for a baby AND an appraisal all at once.” So they begrudgingly agreed. But they wanted to go to the VFW so Chief’s dad could drink some more first. Fine. Whatever.
So we go home and wait. And wait. And Chief texts and asks when they’re coming, and they respond that they’ll just get it in May and he reminds them that he dug out their old mower for them to get THIS WEEKEND like they requested, so they come over.
But do they take the goddamn boxes? NO. They instead dug through them, took what they wanted, and left everything else and told us to just “get rid of it.” Except for the box of linens. Chief’s mom didn’t want to go through that, so she told Chief to go through it, pull out the tablecloths, and get rid of everything else. She’ll get the tablecloths in May.
FOR FUCKS SAKE.
Then she threw a fit because her ceramic swan was broken. YOU MEAN THE CERAMIC SWAN YOU DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WAS STILL HERE BECAUSE YOU LEFT IT HERE FOUR YEARS AGO? Sorry, I can’t be made to feel bad about that. But she went on and on about it.
THEN they came back to look at the nursery. The cats came in with us and his mom yelled at Nate “YOU BETTER NOT GET USED TO BEING IN HERE-THAT’S NOT GOING TO BE ALLOWED WHEN THE BABY COMES.” Bitch please, let’s get one thing straight, my cats go where I want them to go, and if I’m okay with them being in the nursery then that is where they’ll be. And honestly I haven’t put much thought into it, because Charlie’s not even going to be in there much at first. She’ll be in a bassinet in our room. And I’m not worried about my cats hurting her. And no one is making rules about Chief and I’s house except Chief and I. Period.
She had said something else about “if you’re going to keep all these pets then you need to make sure your next house is bigger.” Well, okay, I guess, except my current house is a pretty good size. Four bedrooms, two full baths, a kitchen, modest dining space, and large living room. My pets are fine. The dogs have a huge backyard that leads into a dog door that goes down to the old garage, so they’re good (although they’re inside most of the time). And the cats have tons of places to lounge. AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN IF I’M GOING TO KEEP THESE PETS?
Then Chief told me after they left that his mom wants to bring a friend to the shower. Face palm.
So that was my weekend, plus an awkward email to my shower hostess. I also found out right before bed that my cousin’s mother-in-law wants to come, which is sweet, but also awkward. I didn’t want to ask C to send out more invites because she has to print them and everything herself, so my aunt is sending hers in a fresh envelope to cousin’s mother-in-law. Again, i think it’s very sweet that she wants to come and support me. We’ve met a few times, but it’s not what I would have expected. My aunt told me not to feel bad, because I do feel a little guilty that she’s getting a second hand invitation, but seriously who would have thought to invite their cousin’s mother-in-law?
Awkward. Captain and Supreme boss are out this week and Monday is already trying to beat me down with it’s Monday stick. I work Saturday, so just pray that I make it that far without biting someone’s head off or crying under my desk.
Or cursing out my mother-in-law.