We just had another round of birthdays that brought us again to MIL’s house for the afternoon. I don’t even think I really need to say more on that subject lol. Before leaving I dug out our travel books to Ireland because BIL and GF are heading to Ireland and Spain in the spring for a holiday but haven’t told MIL because she will then turn into a mom and treat him like he is 5 and panic beyond belief. In order to get away with this as a secret covert mission, I had to fashion a book jacket out of some heavy gauge paper that I had so that nobody could see what that it was a travel guide and preemptively panic over NOTHING!
I did have to bite my tongue once though as everyone was talking about disciplining children. SIL doesn’t….. and says that she wants to be their friends and even later in the day said that the 9 year old is the boss of the house 😦 . Then MIL pipes up and says that she never hit any of her children, she only remained very calm and said that she was disappointed in them. The reason I had to bite my tongue to this was because she may not have spanked her own children but I have fucking witnessed you spank your fucking grand-daughter!!!! Don’t get me wrong, a spank was very well warranted, but not from fucking grandma!!! And especially when mom was in the room. But thankfully that was a few years ago and there will be NO FUCKING WAY that you will EVER do that to my child or I will loose my shit. Who are we kidding, I will fly my mom out here to babysit before leaving him with MIL!
Pumpkin photos: For halloween hubby hollowed out a big pumpkin, carved out the back and two leg holes so that we could have the obligatory baby in a pumpkin photo. If you look at the photo you can clearly tell that it was a real pumpkin. MIL is so fucking dense that the first question she has for hubby was “was that a real pumpkin? Heavens to goodness that was a fake pumpkin right?” UMmmm…. NO! It was a real fucking pumpkin. LOL it was way cheaper than having to go and buy a fake pumpkin to carve up. *facepalm* (in my head, just breathe, you only just got here and have a few more hours of this bullshit to go… breathe…. repeat song that you sing to tiny human to calm him down – Zee Frank – chillout song or you will seriously go mental!)
As we were leaving I got more insight to the whole text message to my mom about not being able to visit her grandson….. We are getting our shoes on and she says “You guys feel free to pop in anytime as we would love to see more of him!” I actually spoke up and said “NO! NO! YOU feel free to pop over anytime! We are home all of the time! Bedtime is between 6:30-7 and we are home the majority of weekends! It is WAY EASIER for YOU to come to him then us bring him always to you. He is only able to be awake 2.5 hours currently, so by us coming to you we have to have him in a carseat 2x of which consist of 20-30 minutes each way to get to your house, which is half of his awake window! SO NO, if you want to see your grandson, come to see him at his house, with his toys and his surroundings!!!” I was quite shocked but proud of myself for sticking up! The look on her face was like “oh, i never thought of that before!” I resisted slapping her at least. Now the funny part will be if she actually does it or not. My guess is not because that is out of her comfort zone. Everyone has to cater to her as she cannot be bothered to see how it inconveniences others.